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AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 
HYMN  BOOH ; 


A  COLLECTION  OF 


FOR  THE  USE  OF 


MARINERS. 


8  Siug:  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song,  ye  that  go  down  to  the  sea.1 

Isaiah  xlii.  1". 


SELECTED    FROM    VARIOUS    AUTHORS 


By  NOAH  DAVIS- 


NEW-YORK: 

KUBL1SBKD    AT    THE     SUNDAY    SCHOOL    DKPC51T0&1 

59  Fulton-street. 
Jqbn  Gray  fe^Co.  Fr>  - 


&OUTHKRN    DISTRICT   OF    NEW-YORK,    SS. 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  That  on  the  twenty-first  day  of  April,  A.  D 
1826,  in  the  fiftieth  year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United  States  of 
America,  John  Gray  fy  Co.  of  the  said  district,  have  deposited  in  this  office 
the  title  of  a  book,  the  right  whereof  they  claim  as  proprietors,  in  the 
words  following,  to  wit: 

"  The  American  Seaman's  Hymn  Book ;  or,  a  collection  of  Sacred  Songs, 
for  the  use  of  Mariners. 

M  Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  song,  ye  that  go  down  to  the  sea. 

Isaiah  xlii.  10. 
"  Selected  from  various  authors,  by  Noah  DavisS 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  Congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled 
"  A« Act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of 
Maps,  Charts,  and  Books,  to  the  Authors  and  Proprietors  of  such 
copies,  during  the  time  therein  mentioned."  Anrt  also  to  an  act.  entitled 
"  an  act  supplementary  to  an  act,  entitled  an  act  for  the  enc •niragement 
of  learning,  by  securing  the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts-  inc.  Bootb  to  the 
authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times  mere  in  men- 
tioned, and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  'b  the  arts  o-'  designing,  en- 
graving ana  etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

JAMES  DILL, 
Ct€rk  of  the  Southern  District  of  New-York. 


ABVBRVZSEaESUff. 

This  book  is  adapted  as  much  as  possible  to 
the  spiritual  condition  and  wants  of  seamen. 
One  of  the  kind  is  necessary  wherever  public 
worship  is  held  for  the  benefit  of  this  valuable 
class  of  our  fellow-men,  and  by  mariners  them- 
selves, when  "  afar  off  at  sea."  No  pains  have 
been  spared  to  make  it  acceptable.  It  is  hoped, 
therefore,  that  the  work  will  be  well  received, 
not  only  by  those  for  whose  use  it  is  particular- 
ly designed,  but  by  all  who  pray,  and  are  ma- 
king exertion  for  the  bringing  them  to  the 
knowledge  of  the  only  and  sufficient  Saviour  of 
sinners.  It  is  sent  forth  with  the  prayer,  that 
the  King  of  Zion,  who  has  said  "  the  abundance 
of  the  sea  shall  be  converted  unto  thee,''  will 
make  it  subservient  to  that  glorious  end. 

THE  COMPILER, 


TLEcommnwizjLTZois. 


After  a  careful  examination  of  Mr.  Davis's  collection 
of  Hymns  for  the  use  of  Mariners,  we  have  no  hesi- 
tancy in  recommending  them  as  being-  judiciously  se- 
lected and  arranged,  and  as  being  superior  to  any  col- 
lection of  the  kind  that  we  have  seen,  and  altogether 
worthy  of  being  introduced  into  the  churches  for  the 
benefit  of  seamen.  Such  a  collection  has  been  long 
wanted,  and  we  believe  the  "  Seaman's  Hymn  Book'' 
admirably  adapted  to  the  object  for  which  it  is  designed* 
New- York,  Aug.  23d,  1825. 

JOHN  TRUAIR, 
Preacher  of  the  Mariners'  Church. 
SPENCER  H.  CONE, 
Pastor  of  the  Baptist  Church  in  Oliver-street. 
THOMAS  McAULEY, 
Pastor  of  the  Presbvterian  Church  in  Rut<rers-street- 


SEAMAN'S  UYmSS  BOOS, 

1.     L.  M.     0 . 

All's  well,  or,  The  Lord  hath  dealt  graciously  with  me, 
Gen.  xxxiii.  11. 

1  The  gracious  dealings  of  the  Lord 
Fill  up  the  volumes  of  his  word; 
And  every  new-born  soul  can  tell, 
Jehovah  has  done  all  things  well. 

2  Thy  love  is  free,  immensely  great; 
Thy  blessings  full,  divinely  sweet ! 
Thy  kind  protection  and  thy  care, 
Encourage  hope  and  ardent  pray'r. 

3  Thy  visits  do  my  soul  enffame, 
Thy  sovereign  love  abides  the  same; 
Thy  purposes  are  fix'd  and  sure, 
And  trials  make  my  heart  more  pure. 

4  In  all  that  ever  has  befell, 

I  still  acknowledge  all  is  well  r 
Gracious  thy  dealings,  free  thy  love, 
I  pant  to  soar  and  praise  above. 

5  There  shall  I  feel  thy  cheering  rays, 
There  glow  with  warm  seraphic  praise  ; 
There  join  the  numerous  blood-bought  throng 
And  grace  shall  be  my  endless  song. 

A    ♦ 


2  ,  AMERICAN  SEAMAN*S 

2.     C.  M.     Rippon's  Selec. 
The  great  question  answered.     Acts  ix.  6. 

1  IS  there  in  heav'n  or  earth,  who  can 

A  wretched  mortal  save  ? 
Make  a  poor  lep'rous  sinner  clean  ? 
Redeem  a  helpless  slave  ? 

2  Who  can  appease  an  angry  God  ? 

Relieve  a  burden'd  mind  ? 
In  whom  a  soul  o'erwhelm'd  with  guilt. 
May  ease  and  safety  find  ? 

3  Yes  !  there  is  one,  who  dwells  on  high. 

That  can  do  this  and  more  ; 
A  being  of  unbounded  love 
And  uncontrolled  power ; 

4  Immanuel  is  his  name ;  who  once, 

Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Bore  the  vast  weight  of  all  their  sins 
Who,  burden'd,  to  him  flee. 

5  But  now  he  lives — he  ever  lives, 

And  pleads  what  he  hath  done : 
Whilst  God  ten  thousand  crimes  forgives. 
Through  his  atoning  Son. 

6  Jesus  !  I  to  thy  feet  repair, 

And  there  will  prostrate  lie ; 
Be  thou  propitious  to  my  prayer. 
And  I  shall  never  die. 


HYMN    BOOK. 

3.     C.  M.     Newton. 

The  Effort. 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat. 

Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 

By  Satan  sorely  prest ; 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ! 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him,  "  Thou  hast  died.'' 

5  Oh  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die. 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame  ; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

6  "  Poor  tempest  tossed  soul  be  still. 

My  promis'd  grace  receive  ;" 
;Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must — I  will. 
T  can,  I  do  believe. 


4.     L.  M.     Dr.  Doddridge. 

Noah  preserved  in  the  Ark,  and  the  Believer,  in  Christ. 
1  Pet.  iii.  20,  21. 

1  The  deluge  at  th'  Almighty's  call, 

In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell ! 

Swallovv'd  the  mountains  in  its  rage, 

And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  hell. 

2  In  vain  the  tallest  sons  of  pride 

Fled  from  the  close  pursuing  wave, 
Nor  could  their  mightiest  tow'r  defend, 
Nor  swiftness  'scape,  nor  courage  save. 

3  How  dire  the  wreck  !  how  loud  the  roar  ! 

How  shrill  the  universal  cry 
Of  millions  in  the  last  despair, 
Re-echo'd  from  the  low'ring  sky  ! 

4  Yet  Noah,  humble,  happy  saint ! 

Surrounded  by  a  chosen  few. 
Sat  in  his  ark  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steer'd  him  thro'. 

5  So  may  I  sing,  in  Jesus  safe, 

When  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall ; 
Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fix'd, 
Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball, 

G  Enter  thine  ark,  while  patience  waits, 
Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat ; 
Then  the  wide  flood  which  buries  earth. 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 


HYMN  BOOK.  5.  (> 

?   Nor  wreck  nor  ruin  there  is  seen ; 
There  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls  ; 
But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne 
Seals  endless  life  to  all  their  souls. 

5.     C  M.     Dr.  Doddridge.  Altered. 

disking  the  v:ay  to  Zion.     Jer.  I.  5. 

1  INQUIRE,  ye  seamen,  for  the  coarse 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face 
With  a  determined  will. 

2  Invite  your  shipmates  all  around. 

The  pious  march  to  join, 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  fee! 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  O  come  and  to  his  temple  haste. 

And  seek  his  favour  there, 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow. 
And  pour  your  ardent  pray'r. 

4  O  come  and  join  your  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

6.     7s.     Newton.    Altered. 
Ask  what  1  shall  give  thee.      1  Kings  iii.  5. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
.Jp-ii^  loves  to  answer  prayrr  : 


He  himself  has  bid  you  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  tell  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  king, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  pow'r  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain. 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face  ; 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there, 

6  While  my  course  to  heav'n  I  steer,. 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 
Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew. 

7.     C.  M.     New  Selec. 

The  backslider  returning. 

1   O  WHAT  a  cruel  wretch  am  L 
To  leave  my  Jesus  so  ! 


HYMN  BOOK.  I 

And  now  without  his  smiles  I  lie, 
And  know  not  where  to  go. 

2  Once  I  enjoy'd  his  smiling  face  : — 

Who  could  have  thought — so  soon 
I  should  go  mourning  in  distress ! 
My  comforts  all  be  gone ! 

3  Not  all  the  glories  of  this  earth 

Can  do  me  any  good; 
My  soul  abhors  all  carnal  mirth, 
And  groans  to  find  my  God. 

4  Might  I  but  see  his  face  again, 

I'd  tell  him  all  my  wo, 
And  own  how  guilty  I  have  been 
To  leave  my  Jesus  so. 

5  Then  I  would  clasp  him  in  my  arms, 

And  he  should  have  my  heart; 
And  earth,  with  all  her  treach'rous  charms. 
For  ever  should  depart. 

8.     7s.     Lond.  S.  Mag. 

For  the  Bethel  Seamen's  Union.     John  xvii.  £L 

1   LO!  what  wonders  love  performs, 
All  to  ransom  guilty  worms. 
God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
To  redeem  our  souls  are  One : 
On  the  cross  the  work  was  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  Sailor,  come  ! 


9  AMERICAN  SEAMAN5S 

2  Join'd  to  make  redemption  known. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  One; 
All  unite  to  open  Heav'n — 
Shout  my  soul !  thy  sins  forgiv'n  : 
Glorious  Union  !  we  are  One : 
Come  and  welcome,  Sailor,  come ! 

3  Sinking  'neath  the  mighty  curse, 
"  May  they  all  be  one  in  us!" 
Thus  th'  expiring  Saviour  pray'd, 
Grace,  rich  grace,  behold  displayed. 
Sinners  now  in  Christ  are  One  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  Sailor,  come  ! 

4  Hail,  blessed  Union  !  Seamen,  hail ! 
Under  Calv'ry's  standard  sail; 
Sweetly  press  all  hands  at  sea ; 
May  they  all  embark  with  thee  ! 
Christ  and  his  Redeem'd  are  One  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  Sailor,  come  ! 

5  "  What !   may  such  a  wretch  as  I, 
Tempest  toss'd,  afraid  to  die. 
Join  with  }^ou  and  sail  to  heav'n:" 
Brother,  come  ;  thy  sin's  forgiv'n. 
On  the  cross  the  work  was  done ; 
Come  and  welcome,  Sailor,  come  ! 

9.     lis. 
Tke  Bible.     Mrs.  C.  M.  Thayer. 

I  THOU  spring  of  my  joy,  and  delight  of  ur 

heart, 
Thy  truth- written  pages  a  comfort  impart. 


HYMN   BOOK.  9 

That  calms  the  wild  tumult  of  grief  in  my  breast, 
And  points  my  sad  soul  to  the  haven  of  rest. 

2  When  grieved  and  afflicted,  in  thee  I  can  trace 
The  heart-cheering  promise  of  covenant  grace  ; 
And  read  with  delight  each  encouraging  line, 
And  calmly  rely  on  the  promise  divine. 

3  Though  all  my  gay  vistas  of  pleasure  decay, 
And  fade  like  a  vision  of  fancy  away ; 
Though  around  me  the  shades  of  affliction  may 

roll, 
The  light  of  the  Word  still  illumines  my  soul. 

4  That  Word  like  a  river  of  pleasure  shall  flow, 
To  gladden  my  path  while  a  pilgrim  below ; 
And  when  the  dark  shadows  of  death  hover 

nigh, 
Shall  point  to  a  sabbath  of  peace  in  the  sky. 

5  Then  still  let  me  treasure  thy  truths  in  my 

heart, 
Nor  e'er  from  the  path  thou  hast  taught  me, 

depart ; 
Thy  pure  revelations  with  rev'rence  attend, 
And  hail  thee  my  comfort,  my  guide,  and  my 

friend. 


10,  11 

10-     L.  M.     Ap.  Rippon's  Selec. 
The  word  of  the  Lord. 

1  FAIR  record  of  my  Father's  will, 

Companion  of  the  anguish'd  mind, 

Oft  hast  thou  been  my  lamp,  and  still 

Comfort  and  light  from  thee  I  find. 

2  While  on  my  thirsty  soul  descend 

The  ev'ning  dews  and  morning  rains  ; 
Roots  shall  like  Lebanon  extend, 

And  corn  and  lilies  charm  the  plains. 

3  Possessions,  spoils,  or  gold  refin-d, 

The  luscious  honey^s  dropping  cells, 
Give  no  such  treasures  to  the  mind ; 
In  them  no  equal  sweetness  dwells. 

4  From  thee  my  quiver  let  ine  fill, 

Or  bear  thee  as  my  conqu'ring  sword  ; 
Fainting  I  stoop  to  drink  thy  rill, 
And  vigorous  rise  to  bless  my  Lord. 

5  With  thee  the  rough  path  I'll  pursue, 

My  faithful  chart,  my  staff,  my  rod; 

My  glass,  through  which  all  heav'n  1  view, 

Till,  loos'd  from  earth,  I  rise  to  God. 

11.     C.  M.     Steele. 

Excellency  of  the  Bible.     Ps.  cxix.  97. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines ! 


HYMN    BOOK.  12 

For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exbaustless  riches  find; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  sweet  repast; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound  ! 

5  Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  wordj 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

12.     8.  7.     Dr.  Collyer. 

Love  of  the  Bible. 

1  BY  the  thoughtless  world  derided, 
Still  I  love  the  word  of  God; 

Tis  a  chart  by  which  I'm  guided 
Often  'tis  a  chastening  rod; 

'Tis  a  sword  that  cuts  asunder 
All  my  pride  and  vanity 


13  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

When  abas'd  I  lie  and  wonder 
That  he  spares  a  wretch  like  me. 

il  This  confirms  me  when  I  waver, 

Sets  my  trembling  judgment  right, 
When  I  stray,  how  much  soever, 

This  is  my  restoring  light : 
Satan  oft  and  sin  assail  me, 

With  temptations  ever  new ; 
Then,  O  nothing  can  avail  me, 

'Till  my  bleeding  Lord  I  view. 

3  Faith  I  need,  O  Lord  bestow  it, 

Give  my  lab'ring  mind  relief: 
Oft  alas  !   I  doubt,  I  know  it, 

Help,  O  help  my  unbelief; 
Dearest  Saviour,  by  thy  merit 

May  I  gain  a  future  crown  ; 
Guide,  O  guide  me  by  thy  Spirit, 

'Till  these  storms  are  overblown. 


13.     L.  M.     Watts.     Altered. 
The  almost  Christian. 

1  BROAD  is  the  stream  that  leads  to  death, 

And  many  sail  together  there  ; 

But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  strait. 

With  here  and  there  a  mariner. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, '' 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ; 


HYMN    BOOK.  14 

Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul,  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  steers  the  heavenly  course  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 


14.     C.  M.     Newton. 

The  Lord's  call  to  his  children.     2  Cor.  vi.  17,  18. 

1  Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 
To  draw  our  hearts  above  ! 
Attend,  'tis  God  the  Saviour  speaks, 
And  every  word  is  love. 

1  Tho'  filPd  with  awe,  before  his  throne 
Each  angel  veils  his  face  ; 
He  claims  a  people  for  his  own 
Amongst  our  sinful  race. 

3  "  Come  forth,  he  says,  no  more  pursue 

The  path  that  leads  to  death; 

Look  up,  a  bleeding  Saviour  view, 

Look,  and  be  sav'd  by  faith. 

4  "  My  sons  and  daughters  you  shall  be, 

Thro'  the  atoning  blood ; 
B  2 


15  AMERICAN  SEAMAN  ?S 

And  you  shall  claim  and  find  in  me, 
A  Father  and  a  God." 

5  Lord,  speak  these  words  to  every  heart. 

By  thine  all-powerful  voice ; 
That  we  may  now  from  sin  depart, 
And  make  thy  love  our  choice. 

6  If  now  we  learn  to  seek  thy  face, 

By  Christ  the  living  way  ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  this  hour  of  grace, 
Thro5  an  eternal  day. 


15.     L.  M.     Doddridge,     Altered. 
Choosing  the  better  part.     Luke  x.  4  2. 

1  BESET  with  dangers,  and  with  fear, 
In  life's  uncertain  sea  I  steer ; 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light ; 

O  Spirit,  guide  my  vessel  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part; 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise ; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 
Bat  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 


HYMN   BOOK.  ]  {> 

If  thou,  my  Jesus !  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  1  live,  and  joyful  die ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 


16.     C.  M.     Toplady. 
Christ  All  in  All. 

1  COMPAR'D  with  Christ  in  all  beside, 

No  comeliness  I  see ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey  : 
Thyself  bestow  !  for  thee  alone, 
My  all  in  all  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  Thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore  : 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave  : 
And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Lov'd  of  my  God,  for  him  again 

With  love  intense  I'd  burn  : 
Chosen  of  Thee,  e'er  time  began. 
I'd  choose  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

O  teach  me  to  resign  : 
I'm  rich  to  all  th'  intents  of  bli-- 
Tf  thou.  O  God,  art  mine, 


17  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

17.     8.  8.  6.     Anon. 
Jesus  All  in  All. 

1  COME,  holy  dove,  direct  my  tongue, 
And  raise,  O  raise  my  feeble  song, 

Above  this  earthly  ball ; 
High  let  my  notes  of  triumph  swell. 
And  lofty  lays  thy  goodness  tell, 

My  Jesus  and  my  all ! 

2  Away,  ye  bards  ! — whose  lewder  strains, 
To  paint  the  loves  of  nymphs  and  swains. 

Your  am'rous  muses  call ; 
While  fires  impure  pervade  your  breast. 
Be  mine  with  gratitude  imprest, 

That  Jesus  is  my  all. 

3  Long  did  I  walk  the  downward  road, 
Destruction's  gulf,  each  step  I  trod, 

Stood  waiting  for  my  fall ; 
Till  grace  divine,  with  lucid  ray, 
From  midnight  darkness  led  my  way, 

To  Jesus  and  my  all. 

4  Bow'd  down  with  guilt's  oppressive  load. 
My  burthen'd  soul  would  oft  to  God 

For  peace  and  pardon  call ; 
Till  quite  o'erwhelm'd  with  grief  and  smart. 
My  Saviour  whisper'd  to  my  heart. 

I,  Jesus,  am  thy  all. 

5  Accept,  dear  Lord,  my  humble  praise  : 
Blest  be  the  riches  of  thy  grace, 

Which  sav'd  my  sinking  soul. 


HYMN   BOOK.  18,  19 

\o  other  comfort  may  I  find ; 
May  deep  distress  invade  my  mind. 
When  thou  art  not  my  all. 


18.     L.  M.     Smith's  Col. 
"Hie  banner's  attractive  power.     John  xii.  3-2, 

1  If  lifted  up  on  high  I  be, 

In  me,  said  Christ,  shall  all  men  see 
The  great  fulfilment  of  the  law, 
And  to  my  cross  all  men  I'll  draw. 

2  On  Judah's  height,  and  Canaan's  shore. 
And  where  the  gospel  trumpets  blow, 
Or  where  the  Bethel  flag  was  rear'd, 
Then  Christ  on  high  to  men  appear'd. 

3  And  has  not  Jesu's  cords  of  love, 
Oft  sweetly  rais'd  our  souls  above  : 
And  does  he  not,  e'en  now,  inspire 
The  sailor's  heart  with  heavenly  fire? 

4  Then  raise  on  high  your  banners  still, 
Let  Bethel  wave  on  ev'ry  hill; 

Till  Christ  shall  reign  from  sea  to  sea. 
And  angels  shout  the  Jubilee. 

19.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

Bright  and  Morning  Star.     Rev.  xxii.  16. 

1  YE  worlds  of  light,  that  roll  so  near 
The  Saviour's  throne  of  shining  bliss 


20  AMERICAN 

Otell,  how  mean  your  glories  are — 
How  faint  and  few,compar'd  with  his. 

2  We  sing  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star, 

Jesus,  the  spring  of  light  and  love  ; 
See,  how  its  rays,  diffus'd  from  far, 
Conduct  us  to  the  realms  above  ! 

3  Its  cheering  beams  spread  wide  abroad  ; 

Point  out  the  puzzled  Christian's  way  : 
Still,  as  he  goes,  he  finds  the  road 
Enlighten'd  with  a  constant  day. 

4  [    hus,  when  the  Eastern  Magi  brought 

Their  royal  gifts,  a  star  appears; 
Directs  them  to  the  babe  they  sought, 

And   guides  their  steps,    and  calms  their 
fears.] 

6  When  shall  we  reach  the  heav'nly  place 

Where    this    bright    star    shall    brightest 
shine  ? 
Leave  far  behind  these  scenes  of  night, 
And  view  a  lustre  so  divine  ? 


20.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Characters  of  Christ. 

1   Go  worship  at  Emmanuel's  feet, 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet  ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 


HYMN    BOOK.  21 

2  [Is  he  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plague  of  sin  and  death  : 
These  waters  all  my  soul  renew, 

And  cleanse  my  spotted  garments  too.] 

3  [Is  he  a  star  ?  He  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light; 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning-star.] 

4  [Is  he  a  sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness  : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  chase  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.] 

5  [O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise ; 
There  he  displays  his  powers  abroad, 
And  shines,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God.] 

6  [\or  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  resemblance  bears ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face.] 

21.     C.  M.     J.  E . 

Freedom  by  Christ.     John  viii.  S6. 

1  YE  captive  souls,  in  fetters  bound, 
Who  feel  your  misery ; 
The  way  to  liberty  is  found  — 
The  Son  can  make  you  free. 


22  AMERICAN    SEAMAN  ?S 

2  Hear  the  Redeemer  sweetly  call, 

"Poor  captive  come  to  me; 
"  Into  my  arms  for  freedom  fall, 
"  Come,  and  I'll  make  you  free.'' 

3  Why  should  you  doubt  his  love,  or  power  ? 

To  him  for  refuge  flee; 
Go,  nor  delay  another  hour, 
He  waits  to  make  you  free. 

4  From  Sin,  from  Satan,  and  the  law, 

He  grants  full  liberty  ; 
Nor  can  keen  justice  find  a  flaw, 
If  Jesus  makes  you  free. 

5  The  soul  who  is  by  Jesus  freed, 

No  more  shall  bondage  see  ; 
The  Son  will  make  him  free  indeed^ 
Dear  Saviour  make  me  free. 

G  Divorce  my  soul  from  every  lust, 
Let  me  thy  servant  be  ; 
And  then  in  heaven  I'll  sing  and  boast, 
The  Son  hath  made  me  free. 

22.    L.  M.     Y . 

Christ  a  friend  to  the  distressed. 

1  LONG  have  I  rov'd  and  stray'd  abroad, 
And  various  paths  my  feet  have  trode ; 
In  each  for  peace  with  pain  I  try'd, 
Yet  peace  in  all  was  me  deny'd. 


HYMN    BOOK.  23 

2  Alas  !  thought  I,  how  blest  are  those 
Who  seldom  see  or  hear  their  foes, 
Whilst  every  moment  I'm  distrest, 
Like  foaming  billows  in  my  breast ! 

3  From  whence  do  all  these  troubles  rise, 
O  Thou  that  dwells  above  the  skies  ? 
Tell  me,  I  pray — and  where  to  find 
Ease  for  my  poor  distressed  mind? 

4  I  then  was  pointed  to  a  shade, 
Where  sorrow  could  not  me  invade, 
Beneath  the  cross  on  Calv'ry's  hill, 
To  sit  and  look  and  cure  my  ill. 

5  'Twas  there  I  view'd  my  bleeding  God, 
Who  had  already  borne  my  load : 
And  in  an  instant  with  the  sight, 

My  trouble  all  at  once  took  flight. 

G  O  let  me  still  this  place  possess  ! 
Dear  Jesus  grant  this  one  request ! 
It's  all  I  want,  or  can  desire, 
Until  my  soul  is  wafted  higher. 

23.     L.  M.     Beddome. 
Christ  the  gift  of  God.     John  iii.   16. 

1  JESUS,  my  love,  my  chief  delight, 
For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray, 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
\mid  the  business  of  the  dav  * 
0 


24  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  smiling  face — 

That  face  which  I  have  often  seen  ? 
Arise,  thou  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 
Scatter  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

3  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God 

To  sinners  weary  and  distrest ; 
The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestow'd, 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

4  Could  I  but  say  this  gift  is  mine, 

I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet ; 
No  more  at  poverty  repine, 

Nor  envy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 

5  The  precious  jewel  1  would  keep, 

And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart  ; 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
It  never  should  from  thence  depart  ! 

24-     C.  M.     Doddridge. 
Christ  the  head  of  his  church. 

1  JESUS,  I  sing  thy  matchless  grace 
•         That  calls  a  worm  thine  own  ; 

Gives  me  among  thy  saints  a  place 
To  make  thy  glories  known. 

2  Allied  to  thee,  our  vital  Head, 

We  act,  and  grow,  and  thrive  ; 
From  thee  divided,  each  is  dead 
When  most  he  seems  alive. 


HYMN    BOOK.  25 

3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

Here  join  in  sweet  accord  : 
One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
And  thou  our  common  Lord. 

4  Oh,  may  my  faith  each  hour  derive 

Thy  Spirit  with  delight  ; 
TV'hile  death  and  hell  in  vain  shall  strive 
This  bond  to  disunite. 

5  Thou  the  whole  body  wilt  present 

Before  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Nor  shall  a  wrinkle  or  a  spot 
Its  beauteous  form  disgrace. 

25«     7s«     Newton. 
Praise  for  the  Incarnation.     Luke  ii.  14. 

1  SWEETER  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Emmanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth  and  cross  and  shame. 

2  When  he  came  the  angels  sung, 

"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ;" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Who  shall  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil, 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, 

And  cans't  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 


26  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

4  No — I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Tho'  they  worthless  are  and  weak  ; 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  O  my  Saviour,  Shield  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Husband,  Friend : 
Ev'ry  precious  name  in  one, 
I  will  love  thee  without  end. 

26.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  which  taketh  away  the  sins  of 
the  world."     John  i.  29. 

1  SAILORS  to  Jesus  now  draw  near. 

Invited  by  his  word, 
Thechief  of  sinners  need  not  fear, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

2  Backsliders  too  the  Saviour  calls. 

And  washes  in  his  blood, 
Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

3  In  every  state,  and  time,  and  place. 

Nought  plead  but  Jesus5  blood, 
However  wretched  be  your  case, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

4  Spirit  of  grace  to  us  apply 

Emmanuel's  precious  blood, 
That  we  may  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 


HYMN    BOOK.  27,  28 

27.     C.  M.     Newton. 
The  resurrection  and  the  life,     John  iii.  25. 

1  "  I  AM  (saith  Christ)  your  glorious  head, 

(May  we  attention  give) 
The  resurrection  of  the  dead, 
The  life  of  all  that  live. 

2  "  By  faith  in  me  the  soul  receives 

New  life,  tho'  dead  before  ; 
And  he  that  in  my  name  believes, 
Shall  live  and  die  no  more." 

3  Fulfil  thy  promise,  gracious  Lord, 

On  us  assembled  here  ; 
Put  forth  thy  Spirit  with  the  word, 
And  cause  the  dead  to  hear. 

4  Preserve  the  power  of  faith  alive, 

In  those  who  love  thy  name  ; 
For  sin  and  Satan  daily  strive 
To  quench  the  sacred  flame. 

5  To  thee  we  look,  to  thee  we  bow3 

To  thee  for  help  we  call ; 
Our  life  and  resurrection  thou, 
Our  hope,  our  joy,  our  all. 

28-     C.  M.    D . 

Christ  the  light  of  his  people.     Eph.  v.  14. 

1   HOW  dark,  how  drear,  is  man's  abode* 
In  nature's  rayless  night ! 
C  2 


28  AMERICAN    SEAMAN*S 

He  sleeps  beneath  the  wrath  of  God. 
And  hates  disturbing  light. 

2  Prophets  and  teachers  strive  in  vain. 

T'  awake  his  sleep  profound  ; 
Quiet  his  slumbers  still  remain, 
While  wrath  collects  around. 

3  Until  the  Lord,  with  light  divine, 

O'erpowers  his  stupid  eyes  ; 
And  calls,  while  unknown  splendours  shine. 
"  Sleeper,  awake,  arise." 

4  He  wakes — but  ah !  his  spirits  freeze 

With  horror  at  the  view  ; 
The  boding  heav'ns  above  he  sees 
The  gaping  pit  below. 

5  The  light,  in  mercy  sent,  he  fears 

But  shows  his  awful  doom  ; 
And  mercy's  day  to  him  appears 
The  day  of  vengeance  come. 

6  But  when  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 

Dispels  his  gloomy  fear, 
Brings  to  h's  view  the  realms  of  peace, 
And  shows  his  mansion  there ; 

7  His  joyful  breast  what  transports  swell  ! 

What  glories  charm  his  sight ! 
While  glowing  songs  of  praises  tell 
"  'Twas  Christ  that  gave  me  light." 


HYMN  BOOK.  29 

29.      7s. 

^  morning  hymn  to   Christ.  Translated  from 
Dr.  Buchanan. 

1  OFFSPRING  of  thy  Father,  thou . 

In  essentia]  glory  bright, 
Let  me  at  thy  footstool  bow, 
God  of  God,  and  light  of  light. 

2  Night  has  fled,  the  waken'd  eye 

Sees  the  morn  its  radiance  throw  : 
While  the  purpled  earth  and  sky 
All  their  late  veil'd  beauties  show. 

3  But  alas  !  from  mental  shade, 

Mortals  no  deliverance  find  ; 
Clouding  errors  still  pervade, 
Still  oppress  the  sinking  mind. 

4  Rise,  thou  purest  Sun,  arise, 

Give  the  world  thy  living  ray  ; 
Pour  thy  lustre  on  our  eyes, 
Drive  the  fearful  night  away. 

5  Frozen,  barren,  see  we  lie, 

Melt  the  ice  and  cleanse  the  soil, 
At  the  brightness  of  thine  eye, 
Death  and  desolation  smile. 

6  Moisten'd  with  thy  heavenly  dews, 

Man,  astonished,  shall  behold, 
Earth,  celestial  fruits  produce, 
Sixty  and  a  hundredfold. 


30  AMERICAN 

3©.     L.  M.     Medley. 
Christ  the  one  thing  needful.     Luke  x.  4xZ. 

1  ATTEND  my  soul,  come  search  and  see 
What's  the  most  needful  thing  for  thee. 
Can  earth,  with  all  its  painted  toys, 
Afford  thee  true  and  solid  joys  ? 

2  Say  could'st  thou  be  completely  blest, 
Of  honours,  pleasures,  wealth  possess'dr 
Could  any  creature-good  below 
Sufficient  be  ?  No  !  Jesus,  No  ! 

3  No,  'tis  engraven  on  my  heart, 
That  thou  the  one  thing  needful  art  ; 
I  could  from  all  tilings  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

4  Needful  art  thou,  my  soul  can  say, 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  stormy  way  ; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou'lt  needful  be, 
When  I  yield  up  my  soul  to  thee. 

5  Needful  art  thou  to  raise  my  dust, 
In  shining  glory  with  the  just ; 
Needful  when  I  in  heav'n  appear, 
To  crown  and  to  present  me  there. 

G  There  shall  my  soul,  with  joy  supreme, 
Dwell  on  the  dear,  delightful  theme ; 


HYMN    BOOK.  31 

( Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his) 
The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is. 

31.     L.  M.     Steele. 
Phys ician  of  souls.     J e r .  vi i i .  2 -2 . 

1  DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made, 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  pow'i\ 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever  reigns 

With  fatal  strength  in  ev'ry  part, 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sov'reign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound. 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

4  There  is  a  great  physician  near  : 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live  ; 
See  in  his  heav'nly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give ! 

See  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 
Life,  health  and  bliss  abundant  flow  ; 

"Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood, 

Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 


32  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

32.     7.  6.     Newton. 
The  good  physician,     Jer.  viii.  2$. 

1  HOW  1  st  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  physician 

Can  cure  a  sin  sick  soul  ! 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  comparM  with  sin  ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within  : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 

And  madness — all  combined ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  thi>  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Tlfiis  even  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  physician, 

How  matchless  is  his  grace! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  mv  case  : 


HYMN    BOOK.  33 

First  gav«  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd  ; 
Then  bid  me  look  unto  him  ; 

I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

S  A  dying  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith  ; 
At  once  from  clanger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death  : 
Come  then  to  this  physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

,rTis  only — look  and  live  ! 

33.     10.11.     E . 

Wilt  thou  be  made  whole  ?  John  v.  6. 

1  GOME,  Seamen,  attend  to  Jesus  the  Lord  ; 
He  speaks  as  thy  friend,  give  heed  to  his  word : 
His  language  is  pleasing,  reviving  the  soul, 
Tis    this,    (how   amazing!)      "  Wilt     thou   be 

made  whole  ?'' 

2  His  power  and  skill,  his  wisdom  and  fame  ; 
His  love  and  his  will  are  ever  the  same  : 

His   med'cine  will  ease  thee,  and  comfort  thy 

soul  ; 
This   language  should  please  thee,  "  Wilt  thou 

be  made  whole  V 

3  All  wounded  and  sore  to  Jesus  I'll  cry, 
His  pity  implore  and  on  him  rely  ; 


34  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

He'll  never  reject  thee,  look  to  him  my  soul ; 
Those    sweet  words    affect  me,  "  Wilt  thou  be 
made  whole  ?5' 

4  How  shall  I  adore  the  mercy  and  grace 
That  shine  ever  more  in  Jesus'  dear  face  ? 
His  promise  invites  me  to  give  him  my  soul, 
This    query    excites  me,  ;'  Wilt  thou  be   made 
whole  ?" 


34.     L.  M.     B .     Altered. 

Christ  a  pilot. 

1  SEAMEN,  the  God  of  heaven  adore  • 
You  see  the  wonders  of  his  power ; 
The  deep  affords  a  rich  supply, 

And  all  the  star-bespangled  sky. 

2  When  storms  and  hurricanes  arise, 
And  clouds  and  darkness  veil  the  skies. 
Who  bids  the  furious  tempests  blow  ? 
HE  who  hath  power  to  lay  you  low. 

3  When  light  returns,  and  o'er  the  skies 
The  sunbeams  spread  a  thousand  dies  ; 
Think  on  that  Sun  whose  mercy  brings 
Healing  and  life  beneath  his  wings. 

4  The  needle  points  you  to  the  pole, 
And  yet  it  trembles,  like  the  soul 
That  feels  its  guilt  a  heavy  load. 
When  looking  at  a  holy  God. 


HYMN  BOOK. 

o  But  fearful  sailor,  see  the  civ 

Where  streams  of  blood  made  up  thy  loss : 
And  mark  the  flesh  of  Jesus,  torn, 
To  heal  the  souls  for  sin  that  mourn. 

0  O  come  and  make  his  word  your  guide. 
In  Him,   your  Pilot,  still  confide  ; 
He'll  lead  you  to  that  blissful  shore, 
Where  storms  and  death  are  felt  no  more. 

35.     C.  M.     J.  A.  K . 

-  Mi/  Father's  at  the  Helm."     An  incident  spiritually 
improved* 

1  'TWAS  when  the  seas  with  horrid  roar, 
'    A  little  bark  assail'd, 

And  pallid  fear,  with  awful  pow'i\ 
O'er  each  on  board  prevail'd  ; 

2  Save  one — the  captain's  darling  child, 

Who  fearless  view'd  the  storm, 
And,  playful,  with  composure  smil'd 
At  danger's  threat'ning  form. 

)  M  Why  sporting  thus  !"  a  seaman  cries, 
"  Whilst  sorrows  overwhelm  ?" 
"  Why  yield  to  grief  r'5  the  boy  replies  ; 
"My  father's  at  the  helm." 

4  Poor  doubting  soul  from  hence  be  taught 
How  groundless  is  thy  fear; 
Think  what     the  power    of    Christ    hath 
wrought — 
And  he  is  ever  near. 
D 


3t>  American  seaema:n  - 

5  Safe  in  his  hands  whom  seas  obey. 

When  swelling  surges  rise, 
He  turns  the  darkest  night  to  day. 
And  brightens  low'ring  skies. 

6  Though  thy  corruptions  rise  abhorr'd* 

And  outward  foes  increase, 
"Tis  but  for  him  to  speak  the  word. 
And  all  is  hush'd  to  peace. 

7  Then  upward  look  ;  howe'er  distress 

Jesus  will  guide  thee  home 
To  that  eternal  port  of  rest 

Where  storms  shall  never  come. 

36«     C.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
The  Redeemer's  Message.     Luke  iv.  18,  19. 

1  HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes. 

The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne. 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him,  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetter?  yield. 


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lie  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppress' d  with  night 

To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  Heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

37.     L.  M.     Newton. 
That  rock  was  Christ,    1  Cor.  x.  4. 

1  WHEN  Israel's  tribes  were  parch'd  with  thirst 
Forth  from  the  rock  the  waters  burst  : 
Which  smitten  rock  preflgur'd  him, 

From  whose  pierc'd  side  all  blessings  stream, 

2  But  ah  !  the  types  were  all  too  faint, 
His  sorrows  or  his  worth  to  paint  : 
Slight  was  the  stroke  of  Moses'  rod, 
But  he  endur'd  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  Their  outward  rock  could  feel  no  pain. 
But  ours  was  wounded,  torn  and  slain ; 
The  rock  gave  but  a  wat'ry  flood, 

But  Jesus  pour'd  forth  streams  of  blood. 


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4  The  earth  is  like  their  wilderness, 

A  land  of  drought  and  sore  distress ; 
Without  one  stream  from  pole  to  pole. 
To  satisfy  a  thirsty  soul. 

5  But  let  the  Saviours  praise  resound  ; 
In  him  refreshing  streams  are  found, 
Which  pardon,  strength  and  comfort  give, 
And  thirsty  sinners  drink  and  live. 

38.     L.  M,     Smith's  Collection. 
Security  of  the  Rock  Christ. 

1  THE  tower  that  rises  o'er  the  sea, 

And  braves  the  winter's  dreadful  shock, 
Where  floods  and  rains  and  winds  increase. 
Stands  fast,  built  firmly  on  a  rock. 

2  Thus  may  my  soul  on  Jesus  rest, 

While  at  his  gates  T  humbly  knock, 
And  when  with  whelming  seas  opprest. 
Stand  fast,  built  firmly  on  a  rock. 

3  Come  sinners,  flee  to  Jesus'  arms, 

Like  "doves  who  to  their  windows  flock  :" 
When  death  and  hell  the  world  alarms, 
Stand  fast,  built  firmly  on  a  rock. 

4  Then  while  the  harden'd  sinner's  drown'd, 

And  heaven  his  cries  and  woes  shall  mock; 
My  soul  with  glory  shall  be  crown'd, 
For  ever  built  on  Christ  thy  rock. 


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39.    L.  M.    Z- 


T ransjiguratioii  of  Christ.     "  We  were  ?r£/7t  7ii//i  wi  the 
holy  mount/''     SI  Peter,  i.  18. 

1  LO  !  Christ  ascends  the  sacred  height, 
Where  his  full  glories  should  appear  ; 
Three  sailors  view'd  the  wond'rous  sight, 
M  How  good  it  is" — ascended  here.. 

d  Thus  Peter  spake  in  vast  amaze, 

When  bursting  thro'  the  darkened  air. 
Celestial  glories  round  him  blaze, 
Majestic,  'mid  the  Saviour's  prayer. 

3  If  transient  views  like  this  surprise, 

And  raise  the  soul  from  earth's  low  clod. 
What  must  it  be  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  th'  exalted  God.. 

A  Lord  raise  poor  seamen  once  again. 
To  view  thy  majesty  above, 
And  soar  beyond  this  stormy  main. 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy  and  lov^. 

40.     S.  M.     Newton. 
The  broad  way.     Math.  vii.  IS. 

I  DESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  roac' 
What  multitudes  pursue  ! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  / 
U  gorught  or  known  by  few, 
I)  2 


40,    41  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  Believers  enter  in 

By  Christ  the  living  gate; 
But  they  who  will  not  leave  their  sin? 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  forsaken  quite; 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  right. 

4  Encompass'd  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend  ; 
So  many  surely  can't  be  wrong4, 
And  miss  a  happy  end. 

5  But  numbers  are  no  mark 

That  men  will  right  be  found  ; 
A  few  were  sav'd  in  Noah's  ark 
But  many  millions  drown'd. 

G  Obey  the  gospel  call, 

And  enter  while  you  may  ; 
The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small. 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 

7  Lord,  open  sinner's  eyes, 
Their  awful  state  to  see, 
And  make  them,  ere  the  storm  arise, 
To  thee  for  safety  flee. 

41.     C.  M.     Cowper. 
True  and  false  comfort. 
O  GOD,  whose  favourable  eye 
The  sin-sick  soul  revives  ; 
ly  and  heavenly  is  the  joy, 
'hy  shining  presence  gives. 


HYMN  BOOK.  42 

1  Sot  such  as  hypocrites  suppose, 
Who  with  a  graceless  heart ; 
Taste  not  of  thee,  but  drink  a  dose 
Prepar'd  by  Satan's  art. 

3  Intoxicating  joys  are  theirs, 

Who  while  they  boast  their  light, 
And  seem  to  soar  above  the  stars, 
Are  plunging  into  night. 

4  Lull'd  in  a  soft  and  fatal  sleep, 

They  sin  and  yet  rejoice: 
Were  they  indeed  the  Saviour's  sheep. 
Would  they  not  hear  his  voice  ? 

5  Be  mine  the  comforts  that  reclaim 

The  soul  from  Satan's  pow'r  ; 
That  make  me  blush  for  what  I  am. 
And  hate  my  sin  the  more. 

6  'Tis  joy  enough,  my  All  in  AIL 

At  thy  dear  feet  to  lie  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  let  me  lower  fall. 
And  none  can  higher  fly. 

42.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

Complaining  of  Inconstancy. 

1   THE  wandering  star,  and  fleeting  wind, 
Both  represent  th'  unstable  mind ; 
The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew, 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 


43  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

2  But  cloud  and  wind,  and  dew  and  star. 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblems  are  ; 
Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 

So  fickle  and  so  false  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk,  and  inward  frame. 
Scarce  through  a  single  hour  the  same  ; 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And  then  these  very  vows  repeat. 

4  We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return ; 

Are  hot,  are  cold,  now  freeze,  now  burn: 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel, 
We  soar  to  heaven,  then  sink  to  hell. 

5  With  flowing  tears,  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly  and  unsteadfastness  : 
When  shall  these  hearts  more  fixed  be, 
Fix'd  by  thy  grace,  and  fix'd  for  thee  r 

43.     S.  M.     Dr.  Watts'  Lyrics. 
Confession  and  Pardon.     1  John  i.  !>. 

1  MY  sorrows  like  a  flood, 

Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  O  my  God  ! 
Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine 

Could  once  defy  the  Lord. 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin 
In  presence  ofthysword< 


HYMN  BOOK.  44 

3  How  often  have  I  stood 

A  rebel  to  the  skies. 
And  yet,  and  yet,  O  matchless  grace  ! 
Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 

4  O  shall  I  never  feel 

The  meltings  of  thy  love  ? 

Am  I  of  such  hell-harden*  d  steel 

That  mercy  cannot  move  ? 

5  O'ercome  by  dying  love, 

Here  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all : 
And  weep,  and  love  and  die. 

6  "  Rise,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  rise  ! 

Behold  my  wounded  veins  ! 
Here  flows  a  sacred  crimson  flood 
To  wash  away  thy  stains." 

?  See,  God  is  reconcil'd! 

Behold  his  smiling  face  ! 
Let  joyful  cherubs  clap  their  wings. 
And  sound  aloud  his  grace. 

44.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

Contentment.     Phil.  iv.  11. 

1  FIERCE  passions  discompose  the  mind? 
As  tempests  vex  the  sea  ; 
But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find. 
When,  Lord,  we  turn  to  thee. 


40  AMERICAN 

2  111  vain  by  reason  and  by  rule, 

We  try  to  bend  the  will ; 
For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school. 
Can  learn  the  heav'nly  skill. 

3  Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat, 

His  gracious  words  to  hear  ; 
Contented  with  my  present  state, 
I  cast  on  him  my  care. 

4  "  Art  thou  a  sinner,  soul  ?  (he  said) 

Then  how  cans't  thou  complain  ? 
How  light  thy  troubles  here,  if  weigh'd 
With  everlasting  pain. 

5  "  If  thou  of  murm'ring  would'st  be  cur'd, 

Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine  ; 
Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endur'd, 
And  thou  wilt  not  repine. 

6  "  'Tis  I  appoint  thy  daily  lot, 

And  I  do  all  things  well ; 
Thou  soon  shalt  leave  this  wretched  spot, 
And  rise  with  me  to  dwell. 

7  "In  life,  my  grace  shall  strength  supply, 

Proportion'd  to  thy  day  ; 
At  death,  thou  still  shalt  find  me  nigh, 
To  wipe  thy  tears  away." 

45.     10.   11.     Newton. 
Jehovah  Jireh.     The  Lord  will  provide.     Gen.  xxii.  14. 
1  THO'  troubles  assail,  and  clangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite ; 


HYMN  BOOK.  4(> 

Yet  one  thing  secures  us  whatever  betide, 
The  scripture  assures  us,  the  Lord  will  provide, 

2  We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost : 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide. 
The  promise  engages,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  His  call  we  obey,  like  Ab'ram  of  old, 

Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold  ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good 

guide, 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

4  No  strength   of  our  own,   or    goodness  we 
claim, 

Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great 

name, 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through  : 
No  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

4fc6.     S.  M.     Dr.  S.  Stennet, 
Praise  for  conversion. 

COME  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 

And  listen  while  I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 

The  snares  of  death  and  hell-. 


46  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  The  flattering  joys  of  sense 

AssaiPd  my  foolish  heart, 
While  Satan  with  malicious  skill. 
Guided  the  pois'nous  dart. 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 

But  fell  to  rise  again  ; 
My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasure  sprung  from  pain, 


4  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief. 
Oppressed  my  gloomy  mind; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 


5  At  length  to  God  I  cry'd  ; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh  : 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  hicrh. 

o 

6  My  drooping  head  he  raised, 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 
Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  sealed. 

7  O  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God  ; 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 


HYMN      BOOK.  4/ 

47«     C.  M.     Newton. 

Old  things  are  passed  diva  ij.     £  Cor.  v.  1 7 . 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. 

It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford  ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these. 
Now  1  have  seen  the  Lord. 

8  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceaPd; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveaPd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  you  all  depart ; 
His  name  and  love  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee ; 
But  may  1  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me. 

0  Yes !  though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst, 
I  cannot  doubt  thy  will  ; 
For  if  thou  had'st  not  lov'd  me  first, 

F  had  refus'd  thee  still. 
I 


48  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

48b     (1st  part.)     L.  M.     Ripporrs  Selection. 

Desiring  the  departure  of  darkness,  and  Hope  set  he  fore 
us. 

1  AND  is  it  so — that,  till  this  hour, 

We  never  knew  what  faith  has  meant : 
And  slaves  to  sin  and  Satan's  power, 
Have  never  felt  these  hearts  relent. 

2  What  shall  we  do  ? — shall  we  lie  down, 

Sink  in  despair,  and  groan  and  die  ? 
And,  sunk  beneath  th'  Almighty's  frown, 
Not  glance  one  cheerful  hope  on  high  ? 

3  Forbid  it,  Saviour  !  to  thy  grace 

As  sinners,  strangers,  we  will  come  : 
Among  thy  saints  we  ask  a  place, 
For  in  thy  mercy  there  is  room. 

4  Lord,  we  believe  !  Oh,  chase  away 

The  gloomy  clouds  of  unbelief : 
Lord,  we  repent  !  Oh,  let  thy  ray 
Dissolve  our  hearts  in  sacred  grief. 

5  Now  spread  the  banner  of  thy  love, 

And  let  us  know  that  we  are  thine  : 
Cheer  us  with  blessings  from  above, 
With  all  the  joys  of  hope  divine. 

48.     (2d  part)     S.  M.     Cowpei . 
The  shining  Light. 
1   MY  former  hopes  are  dead, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 
I  feel  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 


HYMN  BOOK.  4 

2  Ah !    whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh. 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come/* 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me,. 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  Sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way  ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

49-     L-  M.     Tract  Magazine. 
On  Death. 

1  WHERE  should  I  be,  if  God  should  say 
I  must  not  live  another  day, 

And  send  and  take  away  my  breath  ? 
What  is  eternity — and  death  ! 

2  My  body  is  of  little  worth, 

'Twould  soon  be  mingled  with  the  earth  : 
For  we  are  made  of  clay,  and  must 
Igain,  at  death,  return  to  dust.. 


50  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

3  But  where  my  living  soul  would  go, 
I  do  not,  and  I  cannot  know  ; 

For  none  were  e'er  sent  back  to  tell, 
Thejoys  of  heav'n  or  pains  of  hell. 

4  Yet,  heaven  must  be  a  place  of  bliss, 
Where  God  himself  for  ever  is  ; 
Where  saints  around  his  throne  adore* 
And  never  sin  nor  suffer  more. 

5  And  hell's  a  state  of  endless  wo, 
Where  unrepenting  sinners  go  ; 

Though  none  that  seek  the  Saviour's  grace. 
Shall  ever  see  that  dreadful  place. 

6  O  let  me  then  at  once  apply 

To  him  who  did  for  sinners  die ; 
And  this  shall  be  my  great  reward, 
To  dwell  forever  with  the  Lord. 


50.    C.  M.     Bishop  Home.     Altered. 

On  Death . 

1  SWEET  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright. 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky  ; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to  night, 
For  thou,  alas  !  must  die. 

2  Sweet  rose,  in  air  whose  odours  wave, 

And  colours  charm  the  eye  ; 
Thy  root  is  ever  in  its  grave. 
For  thou,  alas !  must  die. 


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0  Sweet  spring,  of  days,  and  roses  made? 

Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie  • 
Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, 
Thou  too,  alas  !  must  die. 

4  Be  wise,  then,  Sailor,  while  you  may, 
For  time  doth  swiftly  fly  ; 
The  thoughtless  man  that  laughs  to-day, 
To-morrow  too  may  die. 

51.    C.  M.    R.  L. 

How  will  thou  do  in  the  swelling  of  Jordan  ?  Jer.  xii.  'o. 

1  MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 

Which  fill  me  with  dismay ; 
How  wilt  thou  do,  my  trembling  soul, 
In  death's  most  gloomy  day  ? 

£  In  that  dread  hour  of  pain  and  wo, 
What  anguish  rends  the  mind, 
When  forc'd  to  fly  from  all  below. 
And  leave  this  clay  behind  ! 

3  Let  me,  ere  death  his  icy  hand 

Shall  on  my  body  lay, 
Secure  a  place  in  yonder  world 
Of  everlasting  day. 

4  The  merits  of  thy  death,  O  Christ, 

Unto  my  heart  apply, 
That  when  my  body  sleeps  in  dust. 
My  soul  may  never  die  : 
E 


62  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

5  But  having  hope,  thro'  grace  divine, 
To  see  thy  face  above, 
May  clap  its  joyful  wings,  and  soar 
To  realms  of  life  and  love. 


52.     C.  M.    Watts. 

Death  and  Eternity. 

1  MY  thoughts  that  often  mount  the  skies. 

Go  search  the  world  beneath, 
Where  nature  all  in  ruin  lies, 
And  owns  her  sovereign  death. 

2  The  tyrant,  how  he  triumphs  here  ! 

His  trophies  spread  around  ! 
And  heaps  of  dust  and  bones  appear, 
Through  all  the  hollow  ground. 

3  But  where  the  souls,  those  deathless  things. 

That  left  their  dying  clay  ? 
My  thoughts  now  stretch  out  all  your  wings. 
And  trace  eternity. 

4  O  that  unfathomable  sea ! 

Those  deeps  without  a  shore. 
Where  living  waters  gently  play. 
Or  fiery  billows  roar  ! 

5  There  we  shall  swim  in  heav'nly  } 

Or  sink  in  flaming  waves  ; 
While  the  pale  carcass  breathless  lies 
Amoncr  the  silent  grn\r^ 


HYMN   liOOK.  53 

<i  :i  Prepare  us,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  ! 
Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  our  souls  away." 

53.     C.  j\l.     Hart. 

Death  near, 

1  VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  f 

Repent.     Thy  end  is  nigh. 
Death  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far, 
Oh  !  think  before  you  die. 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save; 

Thy  sins  how  high  they  mount  ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence  : 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell, 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence. 
To  heaven  or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume : 
But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day,  the  gospel  calls  to-day: 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way. 
And  mercv  will  ensue. 


54,    55  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

54.  L»  M.     Swain. 
Encouragement  against  the  fear  of  Death. 

1  WHEN  swelling  Jordan  o'er  us  rolls 

Should  Christ  his  lovely  presence  hide, 
Will  it  not  overwhelm  our  souls, 
Before  we  reach  the  Canaan  side  ? 

2  Who  knows  how  deep  the  flood  may  be, 

When  we  our  awful  summons  hear ; 
Or  what  dark  prospects  we  may  see, 

When  his  black  banners  death  shall  rear  ? 

3  Well,  should  the  tyrant  death  display 

His  fiercest  form  when  we  pass  o'er, 
Our  skilful  guide  knows  all  the  way, 
From  Jordan's  brink  to  Canaan's  shore. 

4  Yes,  the  Redeemer  once  was  dead  ! 

And,  when  he  pass'd  the  gloomy  grave, 

Death's  blackest  waves  roll'd  oe'r  his  head, 

That  we  might  know  his  power  to  save. 

5  Jesus  has  conquered  death  for  us, 

When  his  dark  mansions  he  pass'd  thro'. 
He  to  a  blessing  turn'd  the  curse, 
And  we  shall  triumph  o'er  him  too. 

55.  S.  M.     Newton. 

Balaam's  iv ish.     Num.  xxiii.   10. 

1   HOW  blest  the  righteous  are, 
When  they  resign  their  breath  ! 
No  wonder  Balaam  wish'dto  share 
In  such  a  happy  death. 


HYMN     BOOK.  56 

2  -  Oh  !  let  me  die,  said  he, 

The  death  the  righteous  do; 
When  life  is  ended,  let  me  be 
Found  with  the  faithful  few." 

o  The  force  of  truth,  how  great ! 
When  enemies  confess, 
None  but  the  righteous,  whom  they  hate. 
A  solid  hope  possess. 

4  But  Balaam's  wish  was  vain, 
His  heart  was  insincere  : 
He  thirsted  for  unrighteous  gain. 
And  sought  a  portion  here. 

6  He  seem'd  the  Lord  to  know. 
And  to  offend  him  loth  ; 
But  Mammon  prov'd  his  overthrow. 
For  none  can  serve  them  both. 

G  May  you,  my  friends,  and  I, 

Warning  from  hence  receive  ; 
If  like  the  righteous  w7e  would  die, 
To  choose  the  life  they  live. 

56.     L,  M.     J.  E . 

"To  die  is  gain:'     Phil.  i.  21. 

i  TO  die — important  thought ! — to  die, 
Perhaps  to  me  the  time  is  nigh  ; 
This  day,  this  hour,  this  moment  may 
The  Lord  command  mv  soul  awav. 


57  AMERICAN    SEAMAN?S 

2  To  die — and  part  with  all  below, 
And  to  a  world  of  spirits  go  ! 
Important  change — how  vast  the  thought ! 
Shall  I  to  glory  then  be  brought  ? 

3  To  die — Great  God  !  and  am  I  meet 
To  stand  before  thy  judgment  seat  ? 
When  I  before  thy  bar  appear, 

O  !  shall  I  find  acceptance  there  ? 

4  To  die — will  death  to  me  be  gain  ? 
Shall  I  eternal  life  obtain  ? 
Shall  I  appear  before  the  throne, 

To  tell  the  wonders  Christ  hath  done  : 

5  To  die — dear  Lord  !  my  soul  prepare. 
Let  me  thy  sacred  image  bear ! 
Pardon  and  cleanse  me  by  thy  blood.. 
Then  shall  I  be  at  peace  with  God. 

6  To  die — shall  then  be  gain  to  me  ! 
My  spirit  then  shall  Jesus  see, 

And  join  with  thousands  gone  before. 
His  love  and  mercy  to  adore. 

57.     CM.     Newton. 
The  happy  debtor. 

1  TEN  thousand  talents  once  I  ow'd, 
And  nothing  had  to  pay; 
But  Jesus  freed  me  from  the  load. 
And  wash'd  my  debt  away. 


HYMN    BOOK".  58 

2  Yet  since  the  Lord  forgave  my  sin, 

And  blotted  out  my  score  ; 
Much  more  indebted  I  have  been, 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

3  The  love  I  owe  for  sin  forgiv'n, 

For  power  to  believe, 
For  present  peace,  and  promis'd  heav'n, 
No  angel  can  conceive. 

4  That  love  of  thine  !  thou  sinner's  friend  ! 

Witness  my  bleeding  heart  ! 
My  little  all  can  ne'er  extend 
To  pay  a  thousandth  part. 

5  Nay  more,  the  poor  returns  I  make 

I  first  from  thee  obtain  ; 
And  'tis  of  grace,  that  thou  wilt  take 
Such  poor  returns  again. 

G  ?Tis  well — it  sltall  my  glory  be 

(Let  who  will  boast  their  store) 
In  time,  and  to  eternity, 

To  owe  thee  more  and  more. 

58.     7s.     Montgomery. 

Dedicating  the  heart  to  God. 

1  FATHER  of  eternal  grace, 
Glorify  thyself  in  me, 
Sweetly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  imasre  see. 


59 

.2  Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended  and  unknown, 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, 
Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alone. 

3  Humble,  holy,  all  resign'd, 

To  thy  will — thy  will  be  done ! 
Give  me,  Lord,  the  perfect  mind 
Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

4  Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 

May  I  tread  the  path  he  trod, 
Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 
Rise  with  him  to  thee  my  God. 

59.     L.  M.     Ripporrs  Selection. 
Entire  dedication. 

1  EMPTY'D  of  earth,  I  fain  would  be, 
Of  sin,  of  self,  of  all  but  thee  ; 
Reserved  for  Christ,  that  bled  and  died. 
Surrendered  to  the  crucify'd  ! 

2  Sequester'd  from  the  noise  and  strife, 
The  lust,  the  pomp,  and  pride  of  life  : 
Prepar'd  for  Heaven,  my  noblest  care. 
And  have  my  conversation  there. 

3  Nothing,  save  Jesus,  would  I  know  ! 
My  friend,  and  my  companion  thou  ; 
Lord,  take  my  heart — assert  thy  right, 
And  put  all  other  loves  to  flight. 


HYMN    BOOK,  60 

4  Each  idol  tread  beneath  thy  feet, 

And  to  thyself  the  conquest  get : 
Let  sin  no  more  oppose  my  Lord, 

Slain  by  thy  Spirit's  two-edged  sword. 

5  Detach  from  sublunary  joys 

One  that  would  only  hear  thy  voice, 
Thy  beauty  see,  thy  grace  admire, 
Nor  glow  but  with  celestial  fire* 

6  Larger  communion  let  me  prove 

With  thee,  blest  object  of  my  love : 
But,  oh!  for  this  no  power  have  I ; 
My  strength  is  at  thy  feet  to  lie. 


60.     L.  M.     107th  Psalm.     Watts. 
Deliverance  from  storms  and  shipwrecks. 

1  WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 

Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  seas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favour  of  the  wind, 

Till  God  command,  and  tempests  rise 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 

3  Now  to  the  heavens  th^y  mount  amain, 
Now  sink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 

I- 


61  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

What  strange  affrights  young  sailors  feel, 
And  like  a  staggering  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ; 
His  mercy  hears  the  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
'Tis  calm,  and  sailors  smile  to  see 
The  haven  where  they  wish'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wonderous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring. 
And  in  the  church  thy  glory  sing. 


61.     C.  M.     Madan's  Coll. 
Thanksgiving  fpr  deliverance  in  a  storm. 

1  OUR  little  bark,  on  boist'rous  seas. 

By  cruel  tempests  tost, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Expecting  to  be  lost. 

2  We  to  the  Lord  in  humble  prayer 

Breath'd  out  our  sad  distress  : 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts. 
We  begg'd  return  of  pteace. 


HYMN    BOCK.  02 

J  The  stormy  winds  did  cease  to  Blow. 

The  waves  no  more  did  roll ;  \ 

And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 
Spoke  comfort  to  each  soul. 

4  O  may  our  grateful  trembling"  hearts 

Sweet  hallelujahs  sing 
To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserved. 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

5  Let  us  proclaim  to  all  the  world, 

With  heart  and  voice  again, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 
For  us  the  sons  of  men. 


62.     C.     M.     Dr.  Ryland, 

Delight  in  God.    Psalm  xxxvii.  4. 

1  O  LORD  !  I  would  delight  in  thee. 

And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  ftee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all-created  streams  arc  Sry'd, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfv'd, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

*  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan. 
Who  has  a  fountain  near; 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ; 


63  AMERICAN    SEAMAN  S 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found 

But  may  be  found  in  thee; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

5  Oh,  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil ; 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail ! 

6  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor; 
What  can  I  want  beside  f 

7  O  Lord,  I  cost  my  care  on  thee ; 

I  triumph  and  adore  : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


®3u     L.  M.     Stogdon. 
God  ready  to  forgive,  or  despair  prevented. 

1  WHAT  mean  these  jealousies  and  fears: 

As  if  the  Lord  was  loth  to  save, 
Or  lov'd  to  see  us  drench'd  in  tears, 
Or  sink  with  sorrow  to  the  grave. 

2  Does  he  wont  slaves  to  grace  his  throne; 

Or  rules  he  by  an  iron  rod  ? 
Loves  he  the  deep  despairing  groan  ? 
Is  ho  a  tyrant,  or  a  God  : 


HYMN    BOOK.  64 

3  Not  all  the  sins  which  we  have  wrought, 
So  much  his  tender  bowels  grieve, 
As  this  unkind  injurious  thought, 
That  he's  unwilling  to  forgive. 

A  What  though  our  crimes  are  black  as  night, 
Or  glowing  like  the  crimson  morn, 
Emmanuel's  blood  will  make  them  white 
As  snow  through  the  pure  aether  borne. 

5  "  I've  found  a  ransom,"  saith  the  Lord. 
"  No  humble  penitent  shall  die  ;" 
Lord,  we  would  now  believe  thy  word, 
And  thy  unbounded  mercies  try  ! 

64.     C.   M.     Dr.  Ryland. 
Hinder  me  not.     Gen.  xxiv.  56. 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
"For  I  must  go  with  you.'5 

2  Stay,  says  the  world,  and  taste  awhile 

My  every  pleasant  sweet; 

Hinder  me  not,  my  soul  replies, 

Because  the  way  i£  great. 

3  Stay,  Satan  my  old  master  crie>, 

Or  force  shall  thee  detain ; 
Hinder  me  not,  1  will  be  gone, 
My  God  has  broke  thy  chain. 


65  AMERICAN    SEAMAN%S 

4  Thro'  floods  and  flanes  if  Jesus  leads, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Thro'  duty  and  thro'  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Emmanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be ; 
Hinder  me  not,  come  welcome  death, 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


65.    C.  M.    N . 

Encouraging  the  soul  under  dejtclloh. 

1  WHY  heaves  my  breast  this  mournful  sigh ; 

Why  far  from  rest  still  roam  ? 
Does  not  my  Jesus  reign  on  high, 
To  guide  his  wanderers  home  ? 

2  Is  not  his  sacred  promise  sure 

To  all  the  chosen  seed  ?  , 

Shall  they  not  to  the  end  endure 
When  God  hath  so  decreed  : 

3  Yes,  soul,  the  hour  approaches  fast, 

When  through  a  Saviour's  grace, 
Thou  shalt  arrive  in  heav'n  at  L^sjt, 
\pd  see  him  face  to  face. 


HYMN    BOOK.  66 

For  Death,  the  monster,  is  no  more. 

With  all  his  gloomy  train, 
Than  a  rough  gale,  to  scud  thee  o'er 

Where  endless  pleasures  reign. 

There  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

In  ecstasy  recline ; 
And  all  that  Jesus  bought  with  bloo*d'? 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 


66.    C.  M.    W.  G ... 

Eternal  things.     2  Cor.  iv.  lo. 

1  LET  things  unseen  attract  your  eyes, 

Which  never  will  decay ; 
The  things  which  are  beyond  the  side?* 
In  realms  of  endless  day. 

2  Look  at  the  beauty  of  the  Lord. 

In  yonder  world  of  light ; 
Or  in  the  pages  of  his  word, 
Wherein  it  shines  so  bright. 

3  Look  more  at  Christ  and  glory  still, 

That  yon  may  know  and  find 
True  joy,  and  a  submissive  will, 
And  solid  peace  of  mind. 

4  'Tis  while  we  look  on  things  above, 

We  lasting  pleasure  find  ; 
"Tis  while  we  view  the  God  of  Lo^e> 
To  crosses  we're  resign'd* 


t>7  AMERICAN    SEAMANS 

5  All  our  afflictions  will  seem  light 
While  heaven  is  in  our  view ; 
Our  souls  will  bear  the  darkest  night 
With  peace  and  courage  too. 


67.    L.  M.    E.  S . 

An  evening  hymn. 

1  THE  sun  at  length  is  gone  to  rest, 
And  something  says  within  my  breast ; 
Forbear  awhile,  each  earthly  thing, 
And  haste  to  meet  thy  Lord  and  King. 

2  He  sits  upon  a  throne  above, 
Shining  with  majesty  and  love ; 
Methinks  I  hear  him  sweetly  say, 
Come  sinner  rise  and  come  away. 

3  I  come,  my  Jesus,  fraught  with  joy, 
Swift  on  the  wings  of  love  I  fly, 
Within  thy  arms  secure  to  lay, 

Till  mortal  cares  are  past  away. 

4  And  now  I  want,  dear  blessed  Lord, 
Ever  to  keep  thy  holy  word ; 

And  firm  to  Heav'n's  unchang'd  decree, 
To  keep  this  wand'ring  heart  for  thee. 

5  Here  may'st  thou  ever,  ever  reign, 
And  never  let  us  part  again; 
Then  often  this  shall  be  express'd, 
Was  ever  soul  than  me  more  blest. 


HYMN    BOOK.  '  68 

6S«     C-  M      Cowper. 
A  living  and  a  dead  faith. 

1  THE  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise, 

From  humble  minds  and  hearts  sincere, 
While  all  the  loud  professor  says, 
Offends  the  righteous  Judge's  ears. 

2  To  walk  as  children  of  the  day, 

To  mark  the  precept's  holy  light, 
To  wage  the  warfare,  watch  and  pray, 
Show  who  are  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

3  Not  words  alone  it  cost  the  Lord, 

To  purchase  pardon  for  his  own  ; 
Nor  will  a  soul,  by  grace  restor'd, 
Return  the  Saviour  words  alone. 

4  Easy  indeed  it  were  to  reach 

A  mansion  in  the  courts  above, 
If  swelling  words  and  fluent  speech 
Might  serve,  instead  of  faith  and  love. 


But  none  shall  gain  the  blissful  place, 
Or  God's  unclouded  glory  see  ; 

Who  talk  of  free  and  sovereign  grace, 
Unless  that  grace  has  made  him  free, 


69  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

69.     C.  M.     Beddome. 
Power  of  faith. 

1  HAVE  I  that  faith  whose  influence 

Destroys  the  power  of  sin, 
Subdues  the  vain  delights  of  sense, 
And  makes  the  conscience  clean  ? 

2  Have  I  that  lively  faith  and  strong 

Which  checks  the  insulting  foe, 
And  when  thick  dangers  round  me  throng 
Will  bear  me  safely  through  ? 

3  Have  I  that  faith  which  calms  the  soul, 

When  threading  storms  arise, 

Bids  the  huge  billows  cease  to  roll, 

And  straight  the  tempest  dies  ? 

4  Have  I  that  faith  which  looks  to  Christ, 

Through  clouds  that  intervene, 
The  sovereign  king,  atoning  priest, 
And  trust  him  though  unseen  ? 

5  If  still  this  precious  grace  I  want, 

I  seek  it  Lord  from  thee  ; 
'Tis  thine,  and  thine  alone  to  grant; 
Impart  this  gift  to  me. 


HYMN    BOOK.  70 

5T©«     C.  M.     Rippoirs  Selection. 
The  power  of  faith. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss  : 

And  saves  me  from  its  snares  : 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares  : 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  Ipveto  God,  and  heavenly. things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give  : 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there  : 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain : 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  seal'd 

WTith  the  Redeemer's  blood; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hopes  to  rest, 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

6  There,  there  unshaken,  would  I  rest 

Till  this  vile  body  dies  ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  whlgg. 
At  once  to  glory  rise. 


74  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

71.    C.  M.    Copper. 

Praise  for  faith, 
f 

1  OF  all  the  gifts  thine  hand  bestow^ 

Thou  Giver  of  all  good  ! 
INTot  heav'n  itself  a  richer  knows, 
Than  my  Redeemer's  blood. 

2  Faith  too,  the  blood  receiving  grace* 

From  the  same  hand  we  gain  ; 
Else  sweetly  as  it  suits  our  case, 
That  gift  had  been  in  vain. 

3  Till  thou  thy  teaching  pow'r  apph  ? 

Our  hearts  refuse  to  see, 
And  weak,  as  a  distemper'd  eye, 
Shut  out  the  view  of  thee. 

4  Blind  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 

What  misery  we  endure  ! 
Yet  fly  that  hand,  from  which  alone. 
We  could  expect  a  cure. 

5  We  praise  thee,  and  would  praise  thee  more, 

To  thee  our  all  we  owe; 
The  precious  Saviour,  and  the  pow'r 
That  makes  him  precious  too. 


HYMN    BOOK.  rl 

72-     C.  M.     Newton. 

Faith's  review  and  exjpectat ton.     1  Chron.  xvii.  16,  IT. 

1  AMAZING  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound ) 

That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  "Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear. 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd  ! 

3  Thro'  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
!Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe,  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease; 
1  shall  possess  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow. 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God  who  calFd  me  here  below, 
^  ill  be  for  ever  mine> 
G 


73,  74        American  seaman's 

73.     3.  8.  8.    or  113th.     Wesley, 
Support  of  faith  to  the  Christian  mariner. 

1  WHEN  passing  through  the  wat'ry  deejv 

I  ask  in  faith  his  promis'd  aid, 
The  waves  an  awful  distance  keep, 

And  sink  from  ray  devoted  head ; 
Fearless  then  violence  I  dare, 
They  cannot  harm,  for  God  is  there  ! 

2  Since  thou  hast  bid  me  come  to  thee, 

(Good  as  thou  art  and  strong  to  save,} 
I'll  sail  o'er  life's  tempestuous  sea, 

Upborne  by  the  unyielding  wave  : 
Dauntless,  tho'  rocks  of  pride  be  near, 
And  yawning  whirlpools  of  despair. 

3  When  darkness  intercepts  the  skies, 

And  sorrow's  waves  around  me  roll : 
When  high  the  storms  of  trouble  rise, 

And  half  o'erwhelm  my  sinking  soul ; 
My  soul  a  sudden  calm  shall  feel, 
And  hear  a  whisper,  "  Peace,  be  still." 

74.     S.  M.     Irons. 

4 '  Jesus  saith  unto  h im,  O  thou  of  Utile  faith . ? ' 

Matthew  xiv.  31. 

I  O  THOU  of  little  faith, 
On  seas  of  trouble  tost, 
Depend  on  what  the  Saviour  saith. 
And  you  can  ne'er  be  lost. 


HYMN    BOOK.  75 

2  He  bids  you  to  him  come, 

Why  should  you  yield  to  fear : 
The  winds  may  blow,  and  billows  foam 
But  Jesus  Christ  is  there. 

o  Tho'  storms  of  sorrow  rise, 
And  winds  contrary  prove, 
Yet,  "  wherefore  dost  thou  doubt,"  he  cries. 
Mine  is  unchanging  love. 

4  I  did  at  first  impart 

The  little  faith  thou  ftast3 
Then  doubt  no  more,  I'll  ne'er  depart. 
But  ever  hold  thee  fast. 


7*.    cm. 


*•  Some  concerning  faith  have  made  shipwreck." 

1  Tim.  i.  19 

1  ON  life's  wide  ocean  rudely  tost 

Ah,  "some  concerning  faith/' 

Professors  have  at  last  been  lost, 
For  so  the  scripture  saith. 

2  Like  empty  *•  clouds''  or  "  raging  waves, ? 

While  "  foaming"  out  their  shame, 
Made  "shipwreck"  near  apostate  graves. 
And  sunk  the  Christian  name. 

0  make  me,  Lord,  sincere  and  true. 

Believing  thy  report ; 
In  me  thy  power  and  mercy  show. 

That  I  may  reach  my  port. 


'76  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

4  Teach  me  to  navigate  those  seas 
Where  thickest  dangers  rise, 
And  land  me  safe,  when  thou  shalt  please. 
In  heaven,  to  take  the  prize. 

76D     P.  M.     Smith's  Coll. 
The  soundings  of  faith, 

;;  When  they  had  gone  a  little  farther,  they  sounded 
again. "     Acts  xxvii.  28. 

1  TO  Heav'n  I'm  bound  with  prosp'rous  gales. 

My  bark  by  grace  doth  safely  steer, 
And  going  under  gospel  sails, 

Celestial  prospects  bright  appear. 
To  sound  her  ground  my  faith  now  springs. 
And  to  her  Author  thus  she  sings, 
"  Thy  will  be  done:' 

2  As  bearing  up  to  gain  the  port, 

A  blood  stain'd  cross  and  heav'n  in  view, 
A  Saviour's  wounds  my  harbour — fort — 

The  beacon — >to  my  vessel  true; 
Again  my  faith  her  sounding  tries, 
And  to  my  soul's  sure  pilot  cries — 
"  A  blessed  Hope.'5 

3  Now  as  the  blissful  shore  draws  near, 

With  transport  I  behold  the  place, 
Where  dwells  my  friend,  my  Saviour  dear, 

And  long,  with  joy,  to  see  his  face. 
Once  more  my  faith  now  tries  her  ground, 
Arid  tjhusi  re-echoes  back  the  sound, 
u  Christ  is  mv  Rock." 


HYMN    BOOK. 

When  to  her  birth  my  bark  draws  nigh, 
And  I  have  done  with  sails  and  tide. 

*;  Strong  is  my  cable,"  then  I'll  cry, 
My  Anchor's  sure — I  safely  ride. 

\o  more,  my  soul,  need  try  her  ground. 

Safe  at  her  moorings  she  is  found, 
And  "  all  is  well.'" 


^Wm     11.  12.     Edaieston. 
'•  Trust  m  the  Lord  for  ever.''7     I?,  xxvl.  4< 

1   WHEN  rocks    and  when  shallows  beset  us 

around, 
When  sands  are  deceitful,  and  treacherous  the 

ground, 
When  waves  rise  and  threaten  the  ship  to  o'er- 

whelm, 
:  We  trust  to  the  pilot  who  governs  the  helm, 

%  When  dangers  and  death  range  abroad  in  our 

sight, 
We  obey  the  command,  and  it  guides  us  aright ; 
Though  we  know  not  the  reason  of  all  that  we 

see, 
We  trust  our  commander  knows  better  than  we. 

3  And  shall  we  in  seasons  of  danger  thus  trust, 
The  power  and  aid  of  a  man  who  is  dust ; 
But  when  we  are  call'd  in  our  God  to  confide, 
Feel  doubt  and  distrust  in  his  goodness  to  guide? 


73  AMERICAN   SEA.MA\\;! 

4  Forbid  it — Oh  never,  wherever  we  be. 
May  wre  feel,  Lord,    or  act  as  mistrustful   of 

thee  : 
Thou    knowest,     thou    see'st,    thou     guidest 

aright, 
And  the  path  that's  now  dark,  will  hereafter  be 

bright, 


7&m     6s.     Edmeston. 
False  Land.     "  Be  not  deceived.1''     Gal.  vi.  7. 

1  WHEN  many  a  tempest  blew, 

And  hope  was  almost  past : 
The  worn  and  weary  erew, 
HaiPd  distant  land  at  last, 

2  Far  o'er  the  lee  it  lay, 

Its  arms  seem'd  spreading  wide. 
To  form  a  quiet  bay, 

Where  ships  might  safely  ride. 

J  That  refuge  from  the  storm. 
That  distant  bay  so  fair, 
Was  but  a  cloudy  form. 
And  melted  into  air  ! 

4  So  earthly  hope  deceives 

The  heart  that  trusts  it  most ; 
So  all  the  beauty  leaves 
^rmie  seemitig  happy  coast. 


m.uN  £00k.  79 

S  Hat  faith  can  look  before. 
And  see  the  land  of  light ; 
This  is  the  only  shore 

That  never  mocks  the  sight. 

79.     L.  M.     Doddridge, 
Effects  of  the  fall  lamented.  Ps.  cxix.  13G,  15C. 

1  ARISE,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise; 
To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes  ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  cans't  not  heal* 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son  : 
The  word  abus'd  ;  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night — 

In  flames,  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene  ; 
.My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves ; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 

\nd  turn  thest  drops  of  orief  to  joy. 


80,  81        American  seaman's 

80.     L.  M.     Dr.  Gibbons. 

Divine  Forgiveness.     Luke  vii.  47. 

1  FORGIVENESS!  'tis  a  joyful  sound 

To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die  ! 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around ; 
Ye  seraphs  shout  it  from  the  sky ! 

2  5Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine; 

JTis  full,  out-meas'ring  ev'ry  crime  : 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 

And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 

J  Our  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 

And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size. 
The  seas  of  sov'reign  grace  expand — 
The  seas  of  sov'reign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heav'n, 

What  grateful  honour  shall  we  show; 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiv'n, 
Let  love  in  equal  ardour  glow. 

5  By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 

With  various  holiness  be  crowivd  ; 
Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise. 
In  all  abide,  in  all  abound. 

81.     L.  M.     Watts'  Sermons. 

Fortitude,,  or  remedies  against  Jewry 

i   WHEN  tumults  of  unruly  tenr. 
Rise  in  my  heart  and  riot  there, 


HYMN   BOOK.  82 

What  shall  I  do  to  calm  my  breast, 
And  get  my  vexing  foe  supprest  ? 

2  What  power  can  these  wild  thoughts  control, 
This  ruffling  tempest  of  the  soul? 

Where  shall  I  fly  in  this  distress, 
But  to  the  throne  of  glorious  grace? 

3  Great  God,  preserve  my  conscience  clean, 
Wash  me  from  guilt,  forgive  my  sin, 
Thy  love  shall  guard  me  from  surprise, 
Though  threat'ning  dangers  round  me  rise. 

4  When  fear  like  a  wild  ocean  raves, 
Let  Jesus  walk  upon  the  waves, 
And  say,  "5tisl,"  that  heavenly  voice 
Shall  sink  the  storm  and  raise  my  joys. 

5  My  faith  would  seize  some  promise,  Lord; 
There's  power  and  safety  in  thy  word; 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  say, 

Shall  tempt  or  drive  my  soul  away. 


82a     C.  M.     Evangelical  Magazine, 

Against  fear.     John  vi.  £0. 

1   WHEN  storm  and  tempest  loudly  howl, 
And  clouds  obscure  the  sky ; 
When  lightnings  flash  and  thunders  roll. 
Be  not  afraid — His  T. 


83  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  If  doubts  about  a  future  state 

Extort  the  serious  cry, 
What  shall  I  do?  my  sins  how  great ! 
Be  not  afraid — His  I. 

3  While  Satan  aims  a  fiery  dart. 

Temptations  make  thee  sigh  ; 
Believe  in  me ;  I'll  keep  thy  heart ; 
Be  not  afraid — 'tis  I. 

4  Should  health  and  wealth,  and  friends  forsake. 

And  death  itself  draw  nigh; 
Tho'  heart  should  break,  and  nature  shake  : 
Be  not  afraid — 'tis  L 

5  >Tis  I  who  liv'd— 'tis  I  who  died, 

That  thou  mightst  reign  on  high : 
Behold  my  hands,  my  feet,  my  side. 
,lnd  be  convinced  His  L 


83.     L.  M.     Baltimore  Coll. 

"  Be  not  afraid,  it  is  //'     Mark  vi.  50. 

1  CHILDREN  of  God,  renounce  your  fears, 
Lo  !  Jesus  for  your  help  appears, 
And  loudly  speaks  as  he  draws  nigh, 
"  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  I.'' 

J  When  in  the  awful  tempests  tost, 
You  feel  your  strength  and  courage  lost. 


HYMN   BOOK.  S4 

And  mighty  waves  roll  o'er  your  head. 
Your  Lord  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 

)  When  mournful  tidings  from  afar. 
Or  nations  raise  tumultuous  war, 
And  wide  their  devastation  spread. 
Yet  he  is  near,  be  not  afraid. 

4  When  fierce  disease  attacks  your  frame. 
Your  Saviour's  love  is  still  the  same  ; 
In  death's  dark  shade  you  need  not  fear, 
For  Jesus  will  be  with  you  there. 

5  When  stars  are  from  their  orbits  hnrl'd. 
And  flames  consume  this  lower  world, 
Ev'n  then  your  Judge  will  smiling  cry. 
t;  Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  I." 


84.     C.  M.     Watts'  Sermons. 

Holy  Fortitude.     1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  : 

1  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
\nd  sail'd  through  bloodv  sea- 1 


85  AMERICAN   SEAMAN  \s 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face; 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


85.     C.  M.     Watts'  Sermon?. 
Zeal  and  fortitude- 

1  DO  I  believe  what  Jesus  saith, 

And  think  the  gospel  true  ? 
Lord,  make  me  bold  to  own  my  faith. 
And  practise  virtue  too. 

2  Suppress  my  shame,  subdue  my  fear. 

Arm  me  with  heavenly  zeal, 
That  I  may  make  thy  power  appear, 
And  works  of  praise  fulfil. 


HYM.N  BOOK. 

u  If  men  should  see  my  virtue  shine, 
And  spread  my  name  abroad, 
Thine  is  the  power,  the  praise  is  thine. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4  Thus  when  the  saints  in  glory  meet, 
Their  lips  proclaim  thy  grace ; 
They  cast  their  honours  at  thy  feet. 
Aid  own  their  borrow'd  rays. 

86.     S.  M.     Dr.  Watts' Lyrics. 
Forms  vain  without  religion. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God! 

How  wond'rous  is  thy  name ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 
Through  the  creation's  frame  ! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

'J  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  [But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform  ; 
Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  iir 
And  swells  a  haughty  Worm.] 
H 


87  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

5  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true. 
Until  His  form'd  again. 

£  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God,  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

87.     C.  M.     Cowper. 
Praise  for  the  fountain  opened.     Zech.  xiii.  1, 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filPd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
'Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more, 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream. 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply  ; 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme* 
And  shall  he  till  I  die. 


HYMN  BOOK.  88 

i  13 ut  when  this  lisping  stammering  tongue. 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave  ; 
Then  in  a  nobler  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save. 

88.     L.   M.     Krishnu. 

The  first  Hindoo  convert  baptized  in  Bengal,  and  after* 
wards  a  preacher  of  the  Gospel. 

1  O  THOU  my  soul,  forget  no  more 
The  Friend  who  all  thy  misery  bore; 
Let  ev'ry  idol  be  forgot, 

But,  O  my  soul,  forget  Him  not. 

2  Brumu,*  for  thee  a  body  takes, 
Thy  guilt  assumes,  thy  fetters  breaks, 
Discharging  all  thy  dreadful  debt ; 
And  cans't  thou  e'er  such  love  forget  ? 

>  Renounce  thy  works  and  ways  with  grief, 
And  fly  to  this  most  sure  relief, 
Nor  him  forget,  who  left  his  throne. 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  his  own. 

4  Infinite  truth  and  mercy  shine 

In  Him,  and  HE  himself  is  thine  ; 

And  cans't  thou  then  with  sin  beset, 

Such  charms,  such  matchless  charms  forger, 

5  Ah!  no — till  life  itself  depart, 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  warm  my  heart; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  I'll  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

*  The  Hindoo  name  of  the  one  God. 


89,  90  AMERICAN    SEAMAN^ 

6  Ah !  no — when  all  things  else  expire, 
And  perish  in  the  general  fire, 
His  name  all  others  shall  survive, 
And  through  eternity  shall  live. 


89.     L.  M.     Chapman's  Coll. 
Christ  the  Sailor's  Friend. 

1  GO  make  thy  station  his  clear  cross, 
Compar'd  with  this,  count  all  things  loss. 
Wait  till  his  pitying  ear  he  lend, 

Christ  is  the  contrite  sailor's  FRIEND. 

2  And  such  a  Friend !  Oh  make  him  yours. 
Pardon  his  boundless  love  procures, 

Go,  sailor,  and  he  will  attend ; 
Lord  Jesus,  be  the  sailor's  Friend. 

3  Plead  not  of  works  which  thou  hast  done. 
They  never  can  for  sin  atone ; 
Emptied  of  self,  to  nought  pretend, 

But  rest  on  Christ,  the  sailor's  Friend. 

SO.     7.  6.     Smith's  Coll. 
Gales  astern. 

I  would  hasten  my  escape  from  the  windy  storm  and  tempest.    Vs.  Iv.  ". 

1  THOUGH  strong  the  winds  are  blowing, 
And  loud  the  billows  roar ; 
Full  swiftly  we  are  going, 
To  onr  dear  native  sliore. 


HYMN    BOOK.  VJl 

2  The  billows  breaking  o'er  us, 

The  storms  that  round  us  swell, 
Are  aiding  to  restore  us 
To  all  we  love  so  well, 

3  So  sorrow  often  presses, 

Life's  mariner  along; 
Afflictions  and  distresses, 

Are  gales  and  billows  strong. 

4  The  sharper  and  severer, 

The  storms  of  life  we  meet. 
The  sooner  and  the  nearer 
Is  heav-n's  eternal  seat. 

5  Come  then  afflictions  dreary, 

Sharp  sickness  pierce  my  breast ; 
You  only  bear  the  weary- 
More  quickly  home  to  rest. 

91.     L.  M.     Ap.  Rippon's  Sele<-. 
God  the  author  of  consolation.     2  Cor.  vii.  (". 

1  THE  Lord,  how  rich  his  comforts  are; 

How  wide  they  spread !  how  high  they  rise  : 
He  pours  in  balm  to  bleeding  hearts, 
And  wipes  the  tears  from  flowing  eyes. 

2  I  have  no  hope,  my  spirit  cry'd, 

Just  trembling  on  the  brink  of  hell  : 
I  am  thy  hope,  the  Lord  reply'd, 
My  love  secures  its  fav'rites  weil 
H  2 


92  AMERICAN  SEAMA-2TS 

3  My  grateful  soul  shall  speak  his  praise, 
Who  turns  its  tremblings  into  songs  ; 
And  those  that  mourn  shall  learn  of  me, 
Salvation  to  our  God  belongs. 

92.     C.  M,     Rowe. 

Eternity  of  God. 

1  THOU  didst,  O  mighty  God,  exist 

Ere  time  began  its  race; 
Before  the  ample  elements 
FilPd  up  the  void  of  space. 

2  Before  the  pond'rous  earthly  globe 

In  fluid  air  was  stay'd  ; 
Before  the  ocean's  mighty  springs 
Their  liquid  stores  display'd. 

3  And  when  the  pillars  of  the  world, 

With  sudden  ruin  break, 
And  all  this  vast  and  goodly  frame 
Sinks  in  the  mighty  wreck: 

4  When  from  her  orb  the  moon  shall  start, 

Th1  astonished  sun  roll  back  ; 
While  all  the  trembling  starry  lamps 
Their  ancient  course  forsake  : 

5  For  ever  permanent  and  fix'd, 

From  agitation  free, 
TJnchang'd,  in  everlasting  years. 
Shall  th v  existence  be. 


HYaiH  book.  93.  94 

93.     L.  M.     Walts. 
God's  dominion  over  the  sea.     Psalm  cvii.  23. 

1  GOD  of  the  seas,  thy  thundering  voice 
Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice, 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  sink  them  silent  in  the  sand. 

2  How  is  thy  glorious  power  ador'd, 

-midst  the  wai'ry  nations,  Lord; 
Yet  the  bold  men,  that  trace  the  seas. 
Bold  men,  refuse  their  Maker's  praise. 

3  What  scenes  of  miracles  they  see, 
And  never  tune  a  song  to  thee; 
While  on  the  flood  they  safely  ride, 
They  curse  the  hand  that  smooths  the  tide. 

4  Anon  they  plunge  in  wafry  graves, 
And  some  drink  death  among  the  waves  ; 
Yet  the  surviving  crew  blaspheme, 

Nor  own  the  God  that  rescued  them. 

3  O  for  some  signal  of  thy  hand, 
Shake  all  the  seas,  Lord,  shake  the  land  : 
Great  Judge,  descend,  lest  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  that  rules  the  sky. 

94-     L.  M.     J.  B . 

The  glory  of  God,  in  creation  and  grace. 

1  THY  glories  shine,  Almighty  God! 
With  brierht  eflfulerence  round  the  Globe; 


95  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

There's  not  a  tree,  or  plant,  or  flower, 
But  blooms  thy  wisdom  and  thy  power. 

2  The  meanest  worm  that  crawls  the  ground. 
The  shining  heav'ns  extensive  round; 
Angels  and  men,  join  to  proclaim 

The  matchless  wonders  of  thy  name. 

3  But  still,  with  transport,  we  survey 
A  more  divinely-bright  display 
Of  Godhead,  in  its  gi  andest  forms, 
When  Jesus  dwells  with  mortal  worms. 

4  In  him,  the  first  born  Son  we  trace 
The  brightness  of  the  Father's  face. 
Where  love  and  majesty  combine 
Where  truth  and  mercy  meet  and  shine. 

5  Angels  may  bend  in  deep  amaze, 
Adoring  thy  mysterious  ways 

Of  love  divine  ;  while  human  tongues 
Proclaim  free  grace  in  loudest  songs. 

95-     L.  M.     Dr.  Doddridge. 
God's  goodness  to  the  children  of  men.     Ps.  vii.  SI. 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord ; 
And  let  his  pow'r  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light ; 


HYMN  BOOK.  96 

Where  sun  and  moon  and  planets  roll ; 
And  stars  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

9  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns  j 
That  land  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines, 

4  But  O  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love ! 
God's  only  son  in  flesh  array'd, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

5  Thither  my  soul  with  rapture  soar ! 
There  in  the  land  of  praise  adore ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay- 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

9@a     L.  M.     Cowper. 
Grace  and  Providence. 

1  ALMIGHTY  King  !  whose  wond'rous  hand ! 
Supports  the  weight  of  sea  and  land  ; 
Whose  grace  is  such  a  boundless  store, 

No  heart  shall  break  that  sighs  for  more. 

2  Thy  providence  supplies  my  food, 
And  'tis  thy  blessing  makes  it  goodj 
My  soul  is  nourish'd  by  thy  word, 
Let  soul  and  body  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Either  his  hand  preserves  from  pain, 
Or.  if  I  feel  it.  heals  again  : 


97  AMERICAN    SEAMAN^ 

From  Satan's  malice  shields  my  breast. 
Or  overrules  it  for  the  best. 

4  Forgive  the  song  that  falls  so  low 
Beneath  the  gratitude  I  owe  ! 
It  means  thy  praise,  however  poor. 
An  angel's  song  can  do  no  more. 

97.     11.12.     Edmeston. 
Universal  presence.     Psalm  cxxxix. 

1  IN  the  wide  waste  of  water, 

So  vast  and  so  clear, 
How  delightful  to  think, 

That  my  Saviour  is  here  ; 
As  much  with  this  vessel, 

Where'er  it  may  roam, 
As  with  those  whom  we  love, 

And  have  quitted  at  home. 

2  Eternal  pervader — 

Protector  of  all  ! 
Thou  hearest  the  prayer 

Of  the  weakest  who  call; 
From  thee  never  distant, 

Wherever  we  are, 
Thy  love  is  our  pole, 

And  our  point,  and  our  star. 

3  Forgive  us  and  bless  us, 

Thou  only  cansH  bless  ; 
Thou  knowest — we  do  not. 
Each  future  distress ; 


HYMN  BOOK.  98 

O  guard  us,  and  keep  us, 

And  bring  us  again 
To  the  land  of  our  home, 

From  the  boisterous  main. 

98.     C  M.     Blacklock. 
Divine  omnipresence.     Psalm  cxxxiw 

1  WHERE  from  thy  spirit  shall  I  stretch 

The  pinions  of  my  flight  ? 
Or  where  thro'  nature's  spacious  range, 
Shall  I  elude  thy  sight  ? 

2  Scal'd  I  the  skies ;  the  blaze  divine 

Would  overwhelm  my  soul  : 
Plung'd  I  to  hell,  there  should  I  hear. 
Thine  awful  thunders  roll. 

3  If  on  a  morning's  darting  ray, 

With  matchless  speed  I  rode, 
And  flew  to  the  wild  lonely  shore, 
That  bounds  the  ocean's  flood. 

4  Thither  thy  hand,  all-present  God! 

Must  guide  the  wond'rous  way, 
And  thine  omnipotence  support, 
The  fabric  of  my  clay. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

x\re  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power. 
From  which  I  cannot  flop. 


99j   100  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

99m     C.  M.     Beddome. 
Providence  universal.     Psalm  cxlv» 

1  TEMPESTS  arise,  when  God  appoints 

And  mighty  oceans  roar, 
He  bids  the  winds  and  waves  be  still. 
And  strait  the  storm  is  o'er. 

2  Without  him  not  a  sparrow  falls, 

Nor  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
But  saints  amid  these  changing  scenes, 
Are  his  peculiar  care. 

3  If  light  attends  the  course  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  those  rays, 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  sun. 
If  darkness  cloud  my  days. 

4  Through  regions,  distant  and  unknown, 

His  providence  extends, 
Then  let  his   praises  fly  abroad, 
To  earth's  remotest  ends. 


100a     L.  M.    J.  Stennet. 

God  reasoning  with  men.     Is.  i.  10. 

•f  COME,  sinners,"  saith  the  mighty  God7 
"  Heinous  as  all  your  crimes  have  been. 

Lo !  I  descend  from  mine  abode 
To  reason  with  the  son?  of  men* 


HYMN   BOOK.  101 

2  "  No  clouds  of  darkness  veil  my  lace. 

No  vengeful  lightnings  flash  around  ; 
I  come  with  terms  of  life  and  peace  ; 

Where  sin  hath  reign'd  let  grace  abound/* 

3  Yes,  Lord,  we  will  obey  thy  call. 

And  to  thy  gracious  sceptre  bow  ; 
O  make  our  crimson  sins  like  wool, 
Our  scarlet  crimes  as  white  as  snow, 

4  So  shall  our  thankful  lips  repeat 

Thy  praises  with  a  tuneful  voice. 
While  humbly  prostrate  at  thy  feet, 
We  wonder,  tremble,  and  rejoice. 

101.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Jliey  shall  be  mine,  saith  the  Lord.  Malachi  iii.  16 — 18. 

1  WHILE  sinners  utter  boasting  words, 

And  glory  in  their  shame ; 
The  Lord,  wellpleas'd,  an  ear  affords 
To  those  who  fear  his  name. 

2  They  often  meet  to  seek  his  face. 

And  what  they  do  or  say, 
Is  noted  in  his  book  of  grace, 
Against  another  day. 

3  For  they,  by  faith,  a  day  descr}'. 

And  joyfully  expect, 
When  he,  descending  from  the  sky, 
Hi^  jewels  will  collect 
] 


102  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

4  Unnotic'd  now,  because  unknown, 

A  poor  and  suffering  few ; 
He  comes  to  claim  them  for  his  own, 
And  bring  them  forth  to  view. 

5  With  transport  then,  their  Saviour's  care 

And  favour  they  shall  prove; 
As  tender  parents  guard  and  spare 
The  -children  of  their  love. 

6  Assembled  worlds  will  then  discern 

The  saints  alone  are  blest ; 
When  wrath  shall  like  an  oven  burn. 
And  vengeance  strike  the  rest. 

L.  M.     II . 


A  throne  of  grace.     Heb.  iv.  16. 

1  WHILE  journeying  through   this   hum!) 

vale, 
Exposed  to  every  adverse  gale; 
If  to  the  throne  I  could  repair, 
I  should  be  happy,  happy  there. 

2  When  doubts  and  fears  my  mind  perplex. 
Or  worldly  things  go  wrong  and  vex, 

If  to  the  throne  my  soul  draws  near. 
Propitious  hope  removes  each  fear. 

3  O  never,  never  can  I  Unci 

Such  joy  and  transport  to  the  mind. 
As  when  my  ardent  soul  descry'd 
The  glories  of  the  man  who  died. 


HYMN    BOOK.  103 

\  The  robe  my  legal   soul  had  wrought 
With  pray'rs  and  tears,  appear'd  as  nought : 
One  view,  O  Saviour,  of  thy  love, 
For  ever  fix'd  my  hopes  above. 

5  There  let  them  firm  for  ever  rest, 
With  still  increasing  radiance  blest ; 
Till  death  dissolves  the  mortal  band. 
And  I  arrive  in  Canaan's  land. 


103.     C.  M.     Watts'  Lyrics, 
Grace  and  sovereignty. 

1  THE  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name  ! 

How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand. 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe; 
While  with  a  smile  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 

Can  swell  and  sink  the  seas ; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth. 
Or  break  them  as  he  please. 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 

In  all  their  shining  forms, 
His  sovereign  eye  looks  thro'  them  alL 
And  pities  mortal  worms, 


104  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

5  Now  let  the  Lord  for  ever  reign, 
And  sway  us  as  he  will, 
Sick  or  in  health,  in  ease  or  pain, 
We  are  his  fav'rites  still. 


104.     S.  M.     Watts. 

Heavenly  joy  on  earth. 

1  [COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

%  Xhe  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  this  place; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less.] 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky. 
And  manages  the  seas  :] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
Be  shall  send  down  his  heav'nly  power- 
To  carry  us  above. 


HYMN   BOOK,  10B 

6  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

S  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

9  [The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Emmanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 

105.  l.  m.  e- — ; 

The  heart  of  stone.     Ezekiel  xxxvi.  &6 

I  KIND  Saviour,  tune  my  pow'rs  anew, 
For  I  would  praise  and  love  thee  too  ; 
But,  Lord,  I  must  with  grief  bemoan. 
That  I  have  still  a  heart  of  stove. 


1 1)0  AMERICA!  SEAMAN  :S 

2  Convinced  of  this,  to  thee  I  fly, 
On  thee  depend,  on  thee  rely ; 
I  know  thy  pow-r,  and  thine  alone, 
Can  take  away  this  heart  of  stone. 

S  O  mighty  Jesus,  let  me  be 
Relieved  from  guilt  and  misery; 
And  thus  shall  I  be  brought  to  own, 
That  thou  cans't  break  a  heart  of  stone. 

4  When  pain,  disease,  and  death  appear. 
And  vast  eternity  draws  near, 
May  this  important  truth  be  known, 
That  Christ  hath  chang'd  my  heart  of  stone. 

I  Then  shall  I  leave  this  world  with  joy, 
And  mount  to  dwell  above  the  sky; 
Where  saints  for  ever  join  to  own 
That  Christ  can  melt  a  heart  of  stone. 

10@«     L.  M.     Hart. 

The  stony  heart, 

1  OH  !  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away; 
To  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine* 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
'The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake : 

Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord  !  on  adamant  would  melt : 


HYMN  BOOK,.  107 

But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too,  unaw'd  I  hear, 
Amazing  things  !   which  devils  fear ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  one  can  yet  perform  the  deed : 
That  one  in  all  his  grace  I  need; 
Thy  spirit  can  from  dross  refine 
And  melt  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 

G  O  breath  of  life,  breathe  on  my  soul ! 
On  me  let  streams  of  mercy  roll  : 
Now  thaw,  with  rays  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

1©7.     C.  M.     TV -, 

Holding  on. 

1  IN  all  my  troubles  sharp  and  strong-, 

My  soul  to  Jesus  flies; 
My  anchor  hold  is  firm  in  him, 
When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2  His  comforts  bear  my  spirits  up  : 

I  trust  a  faithful  God  : 
The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope, 
Is  in  a  Saviour's  blood. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  sing,  my  soul  ! 

To  thy  Redeemer's  name : 
In  joy  and  sorrow,  life  and  death, 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 


108,109        AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

108.     C.  M.     H . 

Hope  in  a  storm. 

1  THE  gathering  clouds  portentous  rise. 
My  feeble  bark  is  toss'd  : 
O  Saviour  hasten,  speak  a  calm, 
Or  I'm  for  ever  lost. 

2  Secure  upon  a  fatal  coasts 

My  all  I  did  embark; 
Nor  once  mistrusted  how  I  steer  d, 
Till  shipwreck'd  in  the  dark. 

3  While  thick'ning  tempests  fright  my  soul, 

And  former  comforts  die ; 
Yet  still  I  know  my  Jesus  lives 
And  intercedes  on  high. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  wake  a  tuneful  note, 

And  make  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
Dispel  the  gloom,  confirm  my  hope, 
And  raise  my  falt'ring  voice. 

5  On  thy  dear  bosom  let  me  lean, 

As  one  belov'd  of  thee ; 
To  hear  thy  voice,  to  see  thy  face, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

109.     L.  M.     Parkinson. 
Hope  in  darkness. 
1  IN  darkest  hours  and  greatest  grief, 

A  view  of  Christ  gives  joy  and  light ; 
Among  ten  thousand  he's  the  chief, 
He  turns  to  day  my  blackest  night. 


HYMN    BOOK.  110 

2  When  sins  like  mighty  mountains  rise, 

And  fears  like  raging  billows  swell. 
Then  Christ  appears  my  sacrifice, 
And  sweetly  whispers  All  is  ivell. 

3  When  past  offences  me  assail, 

And  Sinai's  thunders  loudly  roar. 
Then  Jesus  shows  himself  my  bail, 
And  justice  cries,  I  ask  no  more. 

4  If  Satan  strive  to  cast  me  down, 

Then  speaks  the  Father,  whose  I  am. 
And  says  I'm  chosen  in  the  Son, 
Before  the  world  or  time  began. 

5  Thus  lov'd  and  chosen  in  the  Son, 

Redeem'd  and  cleansed  by  his  blood. 
Xot  all  the  rage  of  hell  or  men 
Can  separate  me  from  my  God. 

HO.     (1st  part.)     CM.     Gospel  Melodies. 
if'hizh  hope  we  have  as  an  anchor  to  the  soul.  Heb.  vi.  19. 

1  THIS  life's  a  voyage  of  strife  and  storm, 

And  dangers  widely  spread  : 
The  fairest  pr  >speets  clouds  deform. 
Till  even  hope  is  fled  ! 

2  Our  skies  are  clothed  in  cheerless  gloom, 

Our  guiding  stars  retire, 
And  lightnings  seem  to  flash  our  doom. 
In  streams  of  livid  fire. 


J  10  AMERICAN    SEAMAIVS 

3  Oh!  whither  shall  our  souls  retreat, 

Is  there  no  refuge  left; 
But  'gainst  the  storm  our  bark  must  beat. 
Of  every  hope  bereft  ? 

4  Ah  !  sinner,  trembling  sinner,  yes, 

There  is  a  refuge  nigh  ; 
Jesus  in  righteousness  can  bless, 
Though  tempests  cloud  thy  sky ! 

5  Though  robb'd  of  every  guardian  rope. 

Thy  bark  on  billows  roll, 
There  still  remains  this  cheering  hope, 
An  anchor  to  thy  soul. 

6  Seek  then  his  grace,  so  free,  so  dear  ! 

And  bought  with  cruel  pains ; 
Then  shalt  thou  boast  his  mercy  here, 
And  triumph  where  he  reigns* 

110.     (2d  part.)     L.  M.     Watts. 
Hope  in  the  covenant.     Heb.  vi.    17 — 19. 

1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 

To  rend  my 'soul  from  thee,  my  God  ! 
But  everlasting  is  his  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace ; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endless  praise. 


HYMN    BOOK.  Ill 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirits  up  ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 


111.     L.   M.     Irons. 
Christ  the  Sailors  Hope. 

1   LAUNCH'D  on  a  sea  where  troubled  waves 
With  angry  tossings  swell  and  foam, 
'Tis  gospel  hope  from  shipwreck  saves, 
'Till  death  shall  waft  the  vessel  home. 

J  When  life's  contrary  winds  arise, 

With  keen  perplexing  heavy  gale^, 
A  hope  well  fix'd  above  the  skies, 
Against  the  sharpest  storms  prevail. 

3  Billows  of  disappointment  roll, 

Along  the  restless  tide  of  time, 
But  gospel  hope  bears  up  the  soul, 
'Till  an  eternal  calm  shall  shine, 

4  Jesus,  my  hope  is  fix'd  on  thee, 

No  calm  below  do  I  expect, 
But  I  am  safe,  tho'  out  at  sea, 

Thou  wilt  not  let  my  soul  be  wreck'd 


112  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

112a     C.   M.     Rippoirs  Selection. 

Messenger  of  the  covenant,  appearing  for  our  salvation, 

Malachi  iii.  1. 

1  JESUS,  commission'd  from  above, 

Descends  to  men  below, 
And  shows  from  whence  the  springs  of  love 
In  endless  currents  flow. 

2  He  whom  the  boundless  heaven  adores. 

Whom  angels  long  to  see, 
Quitted  with  joy  those  blissful  shores, 
Ambassador  to  me ! 

3  To  me,  a  worm,  a  sinful  clod, 

A  rebel  all  forlorn  ; 
A  foe,  a  traitor  to  my  God, 
And  of  a  traitor  born. 

4  To  me,  who  never  sought  his  grace 

Who  mock'd  his  sacred  word  ; 
Who  never  knew,  or  lov'd  his  face, 
And  all  his  will  abhorr'd. 

5  [To  me,  who  could  not  even  praise; 

When  his  kind  heart  I  knew, 
But  sought  a  thousand  devious  ways 
Rather  than  keep  the  true  : 

G  Yet  this  redeeming  angel  came, 
So  vile  a  worm  to  bless; 
He  took  with  gladness  all  my  blame. 


HYMN    BOOK.  113,114 

7  Oh  that  my  languid  heart  might  glow 
With  ardour  all  divine ! 
And,  for  more  love  than  seraphs  know. 
Like  burning  seraphs  shine. 

113.  C.  M.     Hoskins. 
Jesus  better  than  all  our  fears. 

1  THO'  winds  may  blow  and  storms  may  rise, 

And  rocks  and  sands  appear. 
But  Jesus  to  his  people  flies, 
And  bids  them  not  to  fear. 

2  Tho'  seeming  on  destruction's  brink, 

While  the  dread  tempests  roar, 
However  toss'd,  they  shall  not  sink, 
But  safely  reach  the  shore. 

3  Tho'  neither  sun  nor  stars  appear 

For  many  days  in  sight, 
Trust  in  the  Lord,  be  of  good  cheer. 
And  he  shall  guide  you  right. 

4  Then  let  the  saints  in  God  confide. 

And  on  his  promise  rest, 
They  shall  the  storms  of  life  outride. 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

114.  ft  M.     Steele. 

44  Behold  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock."     Rev.  iii.  £0. 
1  AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms; 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stsCncH 
Jh  al-l  her  winning  forms  ? 
K 


115  AMERICAN    SEAMAYS 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  soothing  voice  unheard, 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due. 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

3  'Tis  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  pow'r, 

The  lodging  has  possest, 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

4  Lord,  rise  in  thy  all-conquering  grace. 

Thy  mighty  pow'r  display, 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face, 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

5  Ye  dang'rous  inmates,  hence  depart., 

Dear  Saviour  enter  in, 
Aod  guard  the  passage  to  my  hearty 
Attd  keep  out  every  sin. 

115.     S.  M.     Beddorae. 
Life  from  Jesus1  death, 

1  YE  mourning  saints,  behold 

The  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
See,  see  him  on  the  cross  expire, 
In  agonizing  pain. 

2  The  fruits  of  glory  grow 

On  that  accursed  tree, 
The  Saviour  dies,  the  sinner  lives. 
His  bondage  set  us  free. 

3  The  law  he  satisfied, 

And  paid  the  debtwe  ow'd, 
jUton'd  our  guilt,  our  grief  sustajn'd, 
A  vast  opjwressive  load. 


HYMN  BOQK.  116 

4  5Tis  from  his  dying  groans, 
Our  loud  hosannas  rise,' 
By  faith  in  him,  our  souls  aspire 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 

116.     C.  JVi     Newton, 
The  name  of  Jesus.    Songs  i.  S. 
i  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds* 
In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wound's. 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast: 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  wreary  rest. 

3  Dear  name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 
My  never  failing  treas'ry  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain. 

Although  with  sin  defil'd ; 
Satan  arouses  me  in  vain, 
And  i  am  own'd  a  child. 

5  Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Frienu. 

My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End; 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought : 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  ar'r-. 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


117  AMERICAN    SEAMAN""- 

117.     CM.     J.  Stenner. 
Salvation  by  Christ. 
1  JESUS  !  O  word  divinely  sweet ! 


How  charming  is  the  sound 


What  joyful  news  !  what  heavenly  sense; 
In  that  dear  name  is  found  ! 

2  Our  souls  all  guilty,  and  condemned, 

In  hopeless  fetters  lay  ; 
Our  souls,  with  numerous  sins  deprav'd, 
To  death  and  hell  a  prey. 

3  Jesus,  to  purge  away  this  guilt, 

A  willing  victim  fell, 
And  on  his  cross  triumphant  broke 
The  bands  of  death  and  helL 

4  Our  foes  were  mighty  to  destroy^ 

He  mighty  was  to  save ; 
He  died,  but  could  not  long  be  held. 
A  prisoner  in  the  grave. 

5  Jesus !  who  mighty  art  to  save, 

Still  push  thy  conquests  on : 

Extend  the  triumphs  of  thy  cross. 

Where'er  the  sun  has  shone. 

6  O  Captain  of  salvation  !  make 

Thy  power  and  mercy  known  ; 
Till  crowds  of  willing  converts  come. 
And  worship  at  thy  throne. 


4H.YMX  BOOK,  118,   US 

118.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 
Jesus  precious  to  believers.     1  Peter  ii.  7. 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loudr 
That  earth  and  heav'n  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys. 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all   its  wounds'. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath ; 
And,  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

119a     C.  M.     Gospel  Melodies. 

Nevertheless  I  am  not  ashamed.     2  Tim.  i.  12. 

I  THOUGH  friends  forsake,  and  foes  as,saiL 
Bright  faith  shall  ne'er  remove  ; 
Nor  all  the  arts  of  hell  prevail, 
I  tear  La|iib,  against  thy  love  r 
K  2 


120  AMERICAN    SEAMAIVS   , 

2  Faith  !  like  the  Dove  descending  bright, 
O'er  Jordan's  hallow'd  tide, 
Shall  pour  from  thee  a  stream  of  light. 
My  anxious  soul  to  guide. 

0  Then  let  on  me  a  world  disclaim'd, 

Her  brands  of  vengeance  toss  ; 
Oh  !  dying  God  !  I'm  not  ashamed 
To  clasp  thy  reeking  cross. 

4  I'll  cling  like  seamen  to  their  mast. 

When  billows  round  them  rave ; 
While  Hope  supports  them  to  the  last, 
To  stem  the  rushing  wave  ! 

5  Lost  in  a  storm  of  guilt,  and  fast, 

Fast  driven  from  the  shore  ; 
Jesus  !  thy  love  the  cross  hath  cast. 
To  bear  me  safely  o'er. 

G  Upborne  by  that,  the  sinking  soul 
May  brave  the  darkest  sea, 
Though  storms  of  deepening  horrors  roll. 
And  rise  through  faith,  to  thee ! 

120.     C.  M.     Gospel  Melodies. 
Lord  Jtsus  receive  my  spirit.     Acts  vii.  ^>H. 

1  OUR  voyage  below  beset  with  ills 

We  know  not  to  avoid ; 
Aid  prone  to  err,  our  faithless  wilfa 
Have  oft  each  good  destroy'd  ! 


HVMS     BOOK.  121 

2  But  most  of  all,  our  stubborn  sins 

Delude  our  hearts  of  stone, 
Till  Satan,  ever  watchful,  wins 
Our  spirits  for  his  own ! 

3  Do  thou,  redeeming  Jesus,  thou. 

For.  us  the  fight  sustain ; 
Then  conquest  crowns  the  humble  brow. 
And  sin  and  death  are  slain ! 

4  Then  mercy  triumphs  in  our  hearts, 

And  grace  our  hope  renews ; 
While  faith  a  rich  delight  imparts, 
And  Heaven's  own  transport  views. 

5  Guide  me,   dear  Lord,   through  waves  and 

strife, 
And  when  those  storms  are  past, 
Oh  !  let  me  enter  into  life  ! 
Receive  my  soul  at  last. 

121.     CM.     Watts' Sermons. 

The  true  improvement  of  life. 

1  AND  is  this  life  prolonged  to  me? 
And  days  and  seasons  given  ? 
O  let  me  then  prepare  to  be 
A  fitter  heir  of  heaven, 

I  In  vain  these  moments  shall  not  pas>. 
These  golden  hours  begone ; 
Lord,  I  accept  thine  offer'd  grace. 
I  bow  before  thv  throne. 


122  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

3  Now  cleanse  my  soul  from  every  siu> 

By  my  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Now  let  my  flesh  and  soul  begin 
The  honours  of  my  God. 

4  Let  me  no  more  my  soul  beguile 

With  sin's  deceitfal  toys; 
Let  cheerful  hope,  increasing  still 
Approach  to  heavenly  joys. 

5  My  thankful  lips  shall  loud  proclaim, 

The  wonders  of  thy  praise, 
And  spread  the  savour  of  thy  name 
Where'er  I  spend  my  days. 

6  On  earth  let  my  example  shine, 

And  when  I  leave  this  state, 
May  heav'n  receive  this  soul  of  mine 
To  bliss  supremely  great. 

122.     L.  M.     Lock  H.  Coll. 
Invitation  to  sinners.     Is.lv.  1. 

1  HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh ; 

('Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race;) 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come,  to  the  living  waters,  come  ; 

Sinners,  obey  your  Makers  call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
Arid  find  his  grace  feach'd  out  to  all. 


HYMN  BOOK.  123 

3  See  from  the  rock  a  fountain  rise, 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls; 
Money  you  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  laboring,  burden' d,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  you  in  exchange  can  give  ; 

Leave  all  you  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

123.     C.  M.     Steele. 
The  Saviour's  invitation.     John  vii.  ST. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round, 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  : 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  ev'ry  pain  : 
(Immortal  fountain  !   full  supplies  !) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners  come ;  'tis  mercy's  voice. 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  vou  vet  delav? 


124  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts,, 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts ; 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


124.     C.  M.     Steele, 
An  invitation  to  the  gospel  feast*     Luke  xiv.22-. 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store., 
For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room — 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart. 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconcil'd, 

Invites  your  souls  to  come ; 

The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcom'd  home, 

5  0  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast? 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 


HYMN   BOOK.  125 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more, 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room* 


125*     ?s«     Newton. 
Rest  for  weary  souls.    Math.  xi.  £8 . 

DOES  the  gospel  word  proclaim, 

Rest  for  those  who  weary  be  : 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim, 

Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee: 
Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best; 
Yet  I  weary  am  1  know, 

And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

Burden'd  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harass'd  with  tormenting  doubt. 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crosses  from  without : 
All  my  little  strength  is  gone, 

Sink  I  must  without  supply  : 
§nre  upon  the  earth  is  none 

Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 


126  AMERICAN    SEAMAN;S 

3  In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting  place  ; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 

Rest  in  Christ,  the  ark  of  grace  : 
Tempest  toss'd  I  long  have  been. 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  O  Lord,  and  take  me  in. 

Till  the  storm  be  overpast. 

126.     C.  M.     Steele. 
'  Come  unto  me,  Sfc.     Math.  xi.  £8. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest: 
Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest: 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load ; 
O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 

Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart 
The  hope  thy  gracious  wrords  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice. 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 


HYMN  BOOK.  127 

0  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

127.     C.  M.     Newton. 
The  tamed  Lion,  or  rebellion  overcome.     Isaiah  xi.  9. 

1  A  LION,  though  by  nature  wild, 

The  art  of  man  can  tame  ; 
He  stands  before  his  keeper,  mild. 
And  gentle  as  a  Lamb. 

2  But  man  himself,  who  thus  subdues 

The  fiercest  beasts  of  prey, 
A  nature  more  unfeeling  shows. 
And  far  more  fierce  than  they. 

3  Tho'  by  the  Lord  preserv'd  and  fed, 

He  proves  rebellious  still  : 
And  when  he  eats  his  Maker's  bread. 
Resists  his  holy  will. 

4  Alike  in  vain,  of  grace  that  saves, 

Or  threatening  law7  he  hears  : 
The  savage  scorns,  blasphemes  and  raves. 
And  neither  loves  nor  fears. 

fi  O  Saviour!  how  thy  wond'rous  pow?r. 
By  angels  is  proclaim'd ; 
When  in  thine  own  appointed  hour. 
They  see  thy  Lion  tarn'd, 
L 


I2i>  AMERICAN    SEAMAN7S 

G  The  love  thy  bleeding  cross  displays, 
The  hardest  heart  subdues  ; 
Here  furious  lions  while  they  gaze, 
Their  rage  and  fierceness  lose. 

7  Yet  we  are  but  renew'd  in  part; 
The  Lion  still  remains ; 
Lord,  drive  him  wholly  from  my  heart, 
Or  keep  him  fast  in  chains. 

128.     L.  M.     Newton. 

The  Loadstone,  or  compass  turning  to  the  polar  star-. 

John  xii.  32. 

1  AS  needles  point  towards  the  pole, 

When  touch'd  by  the  magnetic  stone : 
So  faith  in  Jesus,  gives  the  soul 
A  tendency  before  unknown. 

5  'Till  then  by  blinded  passions  led, 

In  search  of  fancy's  good  we  range ; 
The  paths  of  disappointment  tread, 
To  nothing  fix'd,  but  love  of  change. 

3  But  when  the  Holy  Ghost  imparts 

A  knowledge  of  the  Saviour's  love  ; 

Our  wand'ring,  weary,  restless  hearts. 

Are  fix' d  at  once,  no  more  to  move. 

4  By  love's  pure  light,  we  soon  perceive 

Our  noblest  bliss  and  proper  end ; 
And  gladly  every  idol  leave, 

To  love  and  Serve  our  Lord  and  friend. 


HYMN    BOOK.  129 

5  Thus  borne  along  by  faith  and  hope, 
We  feel  the  Saviour's  words  are  true.; 
"  And  I,  if  I  be  lifted  up 

Will  draw  the  sinner  upward  too.'- 

129a     7s.     Rippon's  Selection, 
Lonsr  sufferings  or  patience  of  God. 

1  LORD,  and  am  I  yet  alive, 

Not  in  torments,  not  in  hell ! 
Still  doth  thy  good  spirit  strive! 
With  the  chief  of  sinners  dwell ! 

2  Yes,  I  still  lift  up  mine  eyes, 

Will  not  of  thy  love  despair ; 
Still  in  spite  of  sin  I  rise, 
Still  I  bow  to  thee  in  prayer. 

3  O  the  length  and  breadth  of  love! 

Jesus,  Saviour,  can  it  be  ? 

All  thy  mercies'  height  I  prove? 

All  the  depth  is  seen  in  me. 

4  See  a  bush  that  burns  with  fire, 

Unconsum'd  amid  the  flame ! 
Turn  aside  the  sight  t'  admire*. 
I  the  living  wonder  am. 

5  See  a  stone  that  hangs  in  air  ! 

See  a  spark  in  ocean  live  ! 
Kept  alive  with  death  so  near, 
I  to  God  the  glory  give. 


130  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

130.     C.  M.     Newton. 

The  Lord  is  my  portion.    Lam.  iii.  £4. 

1  FROM  pole  to  pole  let  others  roam. 
And  search  in  vain  for  bliss  my 
My  soul  is  satisfied  at  home, 
The  Lord  my  portion  is. 


-> 


Jesus,  who  on  his  glorious  throne 
Rules  heav'n,  and  earth  and  sea  : 

Is  pleas'd  to  claim  me  for  his  own, 
And  give  himself  to  me. 

3  His  person  fixes  all  my  love, 

His  blood  removes  my  fear; 
And  while  he  pleads  for  me  above, 
His  arm  preserves  me  here. 

4  His  word  of  promise  is  my  food, 

His  spirit  is  my  guide  ; 
Thus  daily  is  my  strength  renewed, 
And  all  my  wants  supply'd. 

5  For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  loss, 

Disgrace  for  him,  renown ; 
Well  may  I  glory  in  his  cross. 
While  he  prepares  my  crown. 

6  Let  worldlings  then  indulge  their  boast 

How  much  they  gain  or  spend; 
Their  joys  must  soon  give  up  the  ghost, 
But  mine  will  know  no  end. 


HYMN    BOOK.  J 31,    132 

131.     L.  M.     Miss  Harrison. 
Look  unto  me,  and  be  ye  saved.     Is.  xlv.  %%t 

1  LOOK  unto  me,  the  Saviour  cries, 

Behold  in  me  your  help  is  found ; 
Look  sinners  !  look  with  steadfast  eye>, 
I  have  a  balm  for  every  wound. 

2  Look  unto  me,  and  me  alone, 

Look  now,  while  I  inviting  stand, 
Your  advocate  before  the  throne. 
With  life  eternal  in  my  hand. 

3  To  me  your  sin-sick  souls  resign, 

I'll  save  them  from  the  lowest  hell, 
AH  power  in  heaven  and  earth  is  mine, 
And  in  my  presence  they  shall  dwell. 

4  Ye  mourning  souls  that  fear  my  name, 

I've    heard  your    groans,    I've  seen  your 
tears  ; 
Look  up  to  me  !  I  bore  your  shame, 
And  I  forbid  your  gloomy  fears. 

5  Look,  saints  !  look  sinners  !   and  adore  ; 

I  am  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  ; 
Look,  and  be  joyful  evermore ; 
Look,  and  complete  salvation  sing. 

132.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Looking  at  the  cross. 
1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear ; 
Tijl  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 


132  AMERICAN    SEAMAN?S 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death. 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt. 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  r 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  : 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  : 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  display-. 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too  ! 


HYMN    BOOK.  133,   131- 

133.  L.  M.     E . 

Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 

1  O  HEAR,  thou  friend  of  sinners !  hear 

The  humble  breathings  of  my  mind  ; 
Give  me  to  know  that  thou  art  near, 
And  let  me  prove  that  thou  art  kind. 

2  O  may  I  taste  of  Jesus'  love, 

And  feel  the  heav'nly  flame  within, 
Drawing  this  grov'ling  heart  above, 
From  scenes  of  sorrow,  death  and  sin. 

3  Fain  would  I  live  on  joy  divine, 

And  feast  my  soul  on  gospel  fare ; 
But  this  unfaithful  heart  of  mine, 

Draws  me  to  earth  and  keeps  me  there. 

4  O  kind  Redeemer,  haste  the  hour 

That  1  have  often  long'd  to  see  ; 
When  sin  shall  lose  its  galling  pow'r, 
And  death  shall  waft  my  soul  to  thee. 

5  Bid  the  brisk  wheel  but  brisker  roll. 

That  turns  revolving  seasons  round 
Then  should  I  sooner  reach  the  goal 
Where  joys,  immortal  joys,  are  found* 

134.  C.  M.     Steele. 
Pardoning  love,    Jer.  iii.  £2.    Hos.  xiv.  t. 

1   HOW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ; 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  deparf . 
PorerGtfiil  of  his  worn  ! 


135  AMERICAN    SEAMAN 'g 

2  Yet,  sov'reign  mercy  calls,  "  Return." 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come ! 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive. 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wond'rous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


135«     L.  M.     I).  Turner. 
Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy  God,  SfC.     Deut.  vi.  co. 

1  YES,  I  will  love  thee,  blessed  God  ! 

Paternal  goodness  marks  thy  name  ! 
Thy  praises,  through  thy  high  abode, 
The  heavenly  hosts  with  joy  proclaim. 

2  Freely  thou  gav'st  thy  dearest  Son 

For  man  to  suffer,  bleed  and  die  ; 
And  bid'st  me,  as  a  wretch  undone. 
For  all  I  want  on  him  rely. 


HYMN    BOOK.  136 

3  111  liim,  thy  reconciled  face, 
With  joy  unspeakable  I  see; 
And  feel  thy  powerful,  wond'rous  grace 
Draw,  and  unite  my  soul  to  thee. 

A  Whene'er  my  foolish  wandering  heart. 
Attracted  by  a  creature's  power, 
Would  from  this  blissful  centre  start, 
Lord,  fix  it  there  to  stray  no  more  L 

136.    i4Stlu 

The  Heavenly  Mariner. 

1  THROUGH  tribulations  deep 

The  way  to  glory  is  ; 
This  stormy  course  I  keep 
On  these  tempestuous  seas  : 
By  winds  and  waves  I'm  tost  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace  and  bound  for  heaven* 

2  WThen  I  in  my  distress, 

My  anchor  hope  can  cast, 
Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast: 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides, 

3  If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 

And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 
The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

And  tug,  and  toil,  and  strive  ; 
Through  storms  and  calms  for  many  a  day, 
I  make  but  very  little  way. 


J  36  AMERICAN  SEAMAN".- 

4  But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 
My  vessel  goes  with  ease, 

Before  the  pleasant  gale, 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour  or  more. 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

5  Then  at  the  time  of  noon, 

My  quadrant,  faith,  I  take. 
To  view  my  Christ,  my  Sun  ! 

If  he  the  cloud  should  break. 
Vm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 
I  know  then  whereabout  I  be* 

6  The  Bible  is  my  chart, 

By  it  the  seas  I  know  ; 
I  cannot  with  it  part, 

It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show. 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  for  ever  true. 

7  I  keep  away  from  pride, 

Those  rocks  I  pass  with  care  ; 
And  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair. 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 

8  My  vessel  would  be  lost, 

In  spite  of  all  my  care, 
But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 

Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer. 
And  I  through  all  the  voyage  will 
Depend  upon  my  steersman's  skill. 


HYMN   BOOK.  137 

9  E'er  I  can  reach  heaven's  coast, 
I  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 
Which  dreadful  proves  to  most, 
For  all  this  passage  go. 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'crwhelm. 
If  God  himself  is  at  my  helm. 

3  0  When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 
Though  rough  it  is  but  short ; 
The  pilot  angels  meet, 
And  bring  me  into  port: 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


13^«     C.  M.     Psalm   107.     Watts, 

The  Mariner's  Psalm. 

I  THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord. 
Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  sail  in  floating  ships. 

1  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 
And  swell  the  tow' ring  waves  ; 
The  men  astonish'd  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 
He  hears  the  loud  request, 
And  orders  silence  through  the  skies. 
And  lavs  the  floods  to  rest. 


138  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

4  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears. 

And  see  the  storm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

5  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land; 

Let  stupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

0  O  that  the  sons  of  men  wrould  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  those  that  see  thy  wondrous  ways., 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

138.     C.  M.     Addison. 
The  Traveller  s  Psalm. 

1  HOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence ; 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt. 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hcnr. 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 


HYMN  BOOK.  139 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will; 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  danger,  fears  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past? 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

ti  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 
Thy  sacrifice  shall  be ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot. 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

139.    L.  M.    Z- — ■-. 


•    Meditation  at  sea. 

1  WHEN  from  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 

My  thoughts  o'er  Jesus'  sorrows  rove, 
I  view  the  blood-stain'd  cross  and  weep, 
Till  all  my  soul's  dissolv'd  in  love. 

2  What  tho'  rude  storms  have  rent  my  bark. 

And  billows  after  billows  roll'd, 
No  waves  e'er  dash'd  across  the  ark, 
Were  half  so  vast,  so  wild,  so  bold. 

3  I  hear  my  Jesus'  sinking  cry, 

"  Lord  save,  O  save,  thy  Son  implores," 
I  see  his  dreadful  agony, 

While  heaven  its  mighty  vengeance  jjoiits 
M 


140  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

4  The  storm  is  o'er,  the  tempest  dies, 
Eternal  calms  shall  now  prevail ; 
To  heaven  I  see  my  Saviour  rise, 

And  spread  for  Heaven  my  soul's  best  sail. 

140*     10.  11.     Smith's  Coll. 
Meeting  a  countryman  from  home. 

1  IN  lands  strange  and  distant,  how  sweetly  the 

sound, 
Of  the  tongue  of  a  countryman  falls  on  the  ear  ; 
It  reminds  us  of  home,  of  the  land  where  we're 

bound, 
Of  the  friends  we  have  there,  and  our  kindred 

so  dear. 

2  It  is  thus  with  the  Christian,   when   passing 

along 
This  world,  to  the  home  of  his  Father,  on  high : 
Some  brother    he  finds,    in   the   midst  of  the 

throng, 
With  the  accent  of  heaven,  the  tongue  of  the 

sky. 

3  How  delightfully  heart  answers  heart,  as  they 

meet, 
How  refreshing  to   each   is  the  sound  of    the 

voice, 
How  cheering  the  thought,  the  communion  how 

sweet, 
How  the  passions  grow  warm,  and  the   spirit's 

rejoice. 


HYMN  BOOK.  141 

4  The  communion  of  saints  brightens  many  a 

day, 
Enlivens  the  faith  that  was  drooping  and  low, 
Stirs  up  the  remembrance  of  God  on  our  way. 
And  bids  all  the  sweetest  affections  to  glow. 


141.    L.  M.     Newton. 
A  welcome  to  Christian  friends. 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake. 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joj's  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name : 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

>)  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

\  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus : 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 

"Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us 

We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below  ; 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread. 
And  what  lie's  doing  for  us  now, 


142  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

142.     L.  M.     Scott. 
Meekness,  opposed  to  pride. 

1  MARK,  when  tempestuous  winds  arise, 

The  wild  confusion  and  uproar, 
All  ocean  mixing  with  the  skies, 

And  wrecks  are  dash'd  upon  the  shore. 

2  Not  less  confusion  racks  the  mind, 

When,  by  the  whirl  of  passion  toss'd, 
Calm  reason  is  to  rage  resign'd, 
And  peace  in  angry  tumult  lost. 

3  O  self-tormenting  child  of  pride, 

Anger,  bred  up  in  hate  and  strife ; 
Ten  thousand  ills,  by  thee  supplied. 
Mingle  the  bitter  cup  of  life. 

4  Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 

Clear  as  the  summer's  evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  bless'd, 
Enjoy  on  earth  celestial  day. 

5  O  may  a  temper,  meek  and  mild, 

With  gentle  sway  our  souls  possess; 
Passion  and  pride  be  thence  exil'd, 
And  to  be  bless'd,  still  may  we  bless ! 


HYMJN   BOOK.  143,  144 

143.  L.  M.    z— _. 
Singing  in  the  middle  watch. 

••  At  midnight  I  will  give  thanks  to  thee."    Ps.  cxix.  6^. 

1  YES,  Lord,  my  grateful  voice  Til  raise, 

At  midnight,  to  my  watch  at  sea, 
The  floods  shall  hear  me  sing  thy  praise, 
And  tell  what  grace  has  done  for  me. 

2  The  moon  and  stars,  and  fish  shall  hear, 

Millions  shall  catch  the  grateful  sound, 
And  waves  shall  o'er  the  ocean  bear 

My  praise  till  earth  and  heaven  rebound. 

3  I'll  praise  for  grace  already  given, 

I'll  praise  for  grace  I'm  yet  to  have, 
I'll  praise  for  grace  "  reserved  in  heaven ,'' 
With  glory  crown'd  beyond  the  grave. 

144.  C.  M.     Newton. 
On  an  eclipse  of  the  Moon, 

1  THE  moon  in  silver  glory  shone, 

And  not  a  cloud  in  sight, 
When  suddenly  a  shade  begun. 
To  intercept  her  light. 

2  How  fast  across  her  orb  it  spread, 

How  fast  her  light  withdrew  ; 
A  circle  ting'd  with  languid  red. 
Was  all  appear' d  in  view. 
M 


145  AMERICAN    SEAMAIDS 

3  While  many,  with  unmeaning  eye. 

Gaze  on  thy  works  in  vain  ! 
Assist  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  try 
Instruction  to  obtain. 

4  Fain  would  my  thankful  heart  and  lips 

Unite  in  praise  to  thee  ; 
And  meditate  on  thy  eclipse, 
In  sad  Gethsemane. 

5  Thy  people's  guilt — a  heavy  load  : 

(When  standing  in  their  room,) 

DeprivM  thee  of  the  light  of  God, 

And  fill'd  thy  soul  with  gloom. 

6  Dark,  like  the  moon  without  the  sum 

I  mourn  thy  absence,  Lord  ! 

For  light  or  comfort  I  have  none, 

But  what  thy  beams  afford. 

7  But  lo !  the  hour  draws  near  apace,. 

When  changes  shall  be  o'er ; 
Then  shall  I  see  thee  face  to  face, 
And  be  eclips'd  no  more. 

145.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Moonlight. 

1  THE  moon  has  but  aborrow'd  light, 
A  faint  and  feeble  ray  ; 
She  owes  her  beauty  to  the  night. 
And  hides  herself  by  day. 


hymn  book:.  146 

Z  No  cheering  warmth  her  beam  conveys, 
Tho'  pleasing  to  behold  ; 
We  might  upon  her  brightness  gaze, 
'Till  we  were  starv'd  with  cold. 

3  Just  such  is  all  the  light  to  man. 

Which  reason  can  impart, 
It  cannot  show  one  object  plain, 
Nor  warm  their  frozen  heart. 

4  Thus  moonlight  views  of  truth  divine, 

To  many  fatal  prove ; 
For  what  avail  is  gifts  to  shine, 
Without  a  spark  of  love  ! 

5  The  gospel,  like  the  sun  at  noon, 

Affords  a  glorious  light : 
Then  fallen  reason's  boasted  moon 
Appears  no  longer  bright. 

6  And  grace,  not  light  alone  bestows. 

But  adds  a  quickening  pow'r  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
And  sin  prevails  no  more. 

!L£Sa     L.  Mi     Rippon's  Selection. 

Casting  the  Gospel  ntt.     Luke  v.  5.     John  xxi.  6. 

1   NOW,  while  the  gospel  net  is  cast, 
Do  thou.  O  Lord,  the  effort  own  ; 
From  num'rous  disappointments  past. 
<  .h  us  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 


147  AMERICAN  SEAMAN^ 

2  May  this  be  a  much  favoured  hour, 

To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led  ; 
O  clothe  the  word  with  sovereign  powV, 
To  break  the  rocks  and  raise  the  dead! 

3  To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word, 

On  seeking  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine  : 
Let  poor  backsliders  be  restor'd, 
And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 

147.    10.  11.     G.  B .     Altered. 

I  mil  make  you  fishers  of  men.     Math.  it.  19. 

1  THIS  world  is  a  sea,  which  never  can  rest ; 
Where  tempests    and  storms,  and  dangers  mo- 
lest ; 

Where  many  poor  sailors   arc  dash'd    on  the 

shore, 
And  multitudes  perish  to  rise  never  more. 

2  The  church  is  a  ship,  distressed  and  tost  ; 
But  guided  by  Christ  can  never  be  lost ; 

The  tempest  may  threaten,  and  horribly  roar. 
But  Christ  has  insur'cl  her  to  heaven's  blest 
shore. 

3  The  gospel's  a  net  constructed  above: 
Of  justice  compos'd,  and  mercy  and  love 
Thus  perfectly  fitted,  by  glorious  grace, 
To  accomplish  his  will  in  saving  our  race. 

4  The  servants  of  Christ  are  fishers  of  men: 
They  let  down  the  net  again  and  again  : 


HY&N    BOOK.  148,  149 

By  preaching  the  gospel  we  sinners  are  caught, 
And,  led  by  the  spirit,  to  Jesus  are  brought. 

5  Then  let  us  unite  His  praise  to  proclaim  ; 
Salvation  ascribe  to  Jesus'  dear  name ; 
(Who  saves  by  the  Gospel  poor  perishing  men,) 
All  glory  to  Jesus  !  Amen  and  Amen. 

248.    C.  iM.    Hoskins.    Altered. 

Ye  must  be  born  again,     John  iii.  7. 

1  SEAMEN,  this  solemn  truth  regard ! 

Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men; 
For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declard, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again.'5 

2  What'er  may  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain ; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  bom  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd, 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin, 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav- d  : 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

149.     C.  M.     Collier's  Coif. 

Renewing  Grace. 

1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchang'd,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 


J  50  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
"Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine. 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall. 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
5Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  pow'rs. 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

150.     L.  M.     C.  M . 

Desiring  the  neiv  birth,  an  effusion  of  the  heart. 

1  OH  God,  create  my  heart  anew. 

Bid  unbelief  and  fear  depart : 
Let  holy,  sanctifying  dew, 

Descend  and  cleanse  my  longing  heart. 

2  Father,  I  wait  thy  will  to  prove. 

Thy  sanctifying  pow'r  to  see  ; 
To  triumph  in  thy  perfect  love, 
And  all  my  powers  devote  to  thee* 


HYMN  BOOK.  15 J 

.  i  Oh  let  me  hear  thy  cheering  voice, 

Pronounce  me,  Saviour,  wholly  thine  : 
Then  in  thy  strength  will  I  rejoice, 
And  all  my  soul  to  thee  resign. 

4  By  Jesus'  last  expiring  groan, 

Who  suffered,  bled  and  died  for  me. 
Oh !  take  away  my  heart  of  stone, 
And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee. 

5  Thou  wilt — I  feel  the  quick'ning  pow'r. 

Thine  everlasting  love  is  mine, 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  strength,  my  towY. 
And  I  my  God  am  wholly  thine, 

151.     &  J\I.     Bait.  Coll. 
At  parting. 

1  LORD  !  when  together  here  we  meet. 

And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will, 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne. 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 


152  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

1  There  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 
Shall  then  for  ever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  shall  part. 
Once  intercept  our  joy. 

5  There  void  of  all  distracting  pains. 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
But  in  seraphic  heav'nly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 

Upon  the  heavenly  shore. 
The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah,  we'll  adore. 


152.     C.  M.     New  Sclec. 
Parting. 

1  FROM  the  dear  flock  of  Jesus' saints, 

How  painful  'tis  to  go ! 
But  such  must  be  our  sad  complaints, 
While  trav'ling  here  below. 

2  If  parting  now  so  grieves  each  heart, 

That's  knit  to  Zion's  head, 
Then  surely  Jesus  ne'er  will  part 
With  those  for  whom  he  bled. 

3  True  must  his  word  forever  stand; 

Then — he'll  ne'er  leave  his  sheep  y 
But  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand, 
Their  sOuls  securely  keep. 


m\MN  book.  153 

A  He'll  train  them  up,  through  grace  divine, 
A  kingdom  to  possess  ; 
There  shall  their  souls  for  ever  shine: 
In  perfect  love,  and  peace. 

5  What  a  delightful  company, 

Shall  meet  on  Canaan's  shore  ! 
Oh  !  what  a  meeting  that  will  be. 
When  parting  is  no  more ! 

6  Then  round  the  shining  throne  above. 

We'll  sing  in  cheerful  strains  ; 
Sound  the  Redeemer's  dying  love. 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  plains. 

153.     C  M.     Steele. 
Pearl  of  great  price.     Matth.  xiii.  46. 

1  YE  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu  ! 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view. 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  care, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

I  Jesus*  to  multitudes  unknown. 
O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone. 
Wealth,  honour,  pleasure  meet. 
\ 


154  AMERICAS  SEAMAN  - 

4  Should  both  the  Indies  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  al3r 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart. 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 
Fd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  bless'd, 

6  pear  sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires* 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires* 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine, 


154.     L.  M.     Ap.  KipporTs  Selec 

The  penitent, 

v  PITY  a  helpless  sinner,  Lord, 

Who  would  believe  thy  gracious  word  ; 
But  owns  his  heart,  with  shame  and  griet 
Amass  of  sin  and  unbelief. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  house  I  read  there's  room  ; 
And  vent'ring  hard,  behold  I  come: 
But  can  there,  tell  me,  can  there  be. 
Amongst  thy  children,  room  for  mt-? 

3  For  sinners,  Lord,  thou  cam'st  to  bleed 
And  I'm  a  sinner  vile  indeed  ! 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  grace  is  free  ; 
Oj  magnify  that  grace  in  me 


1IOIN   BOOK,  ibh 

155.     C  M.     New  Sake. 

"Lord,  remember  me." 

.  JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love.7 

0  Lord  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace;       , 
Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groan.?. 
And  then  remember  me. 

o  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  Gqcl 

1  yield  myself  to  thee, 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile. 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free ; 
Then  in  thy  all  abounding  grace 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress 

Howe'er  opprest  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death. 

And  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  God, 
I  prav  remember  me. 


156,157     AMERICAN    S&AlVrAIN   9 

156,     C.  M.     Dr.  S.  StenneU 

The  penitent. 

1  PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus!  at  thy  ieet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh,  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence: 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm : 
Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm ! 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead, 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 
No  blood  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

157.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Penitence  and  Hope. 

I    I)EAR  Saviour!  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
I  <ow  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  fall. 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 


HYMiN    BOOK-.  Lbti 

2  bhall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid: 

Ah,  vile  ungrateful  heart! 
By  earth's  low  cares  detaiird — -betray"  d 
From  Jesus  to  depart — 

3  From  Jesus — who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace  and  rest : 
When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfy'd,  unblest. 

4  But  he  for  his  own  mercy?s  sake; 

My  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  I. 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word. 
With  pity  in  thine  eye! 

i  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  : 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

158.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Perseverance.    Phil.  i.  0. 

I  REJOICE,  believer  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  your  cause  his  own; 
The  hope  that's  built  upon  hjs  w 
Can  ne7er  bo  overthrown. 


U>9  American  seaman's 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm ; 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or  fainting,  shall  not  die ; 

Jesus,  the  strength  of  every  saint 

Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  Though  sometimes  unperceiv'd  by  sense* 

Faith  sees  him  always  near ; 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence, 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear? 

5  As  surely  as  he  overcame, 

And  triumph'd  once  for  you : 
So  surely,  you  that  love  his  name. 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 


159.     C.  M.     Dr.  S.  Stennet. 

Pleading  with  God  under  affliction. 

1  WHY  should  a  living  man  complain 
Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  every  sigh,  and  every  pain. 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

J  No,  Lord,  I'll  patiently  submit, 
Nor  ever  dare  rebel ; 
Yet  sure  I  may,  here  at  thy  fe'et. 
My  painful  feeling?  teJJ. 


HYMN  BOOK.  160 

J  Thou  see'st  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise. 
And  beat  upon  my  soul : 
One  trouble  to  another  cries, 
Billows  on  billows  roll, 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  and  hope  to  fear, 

My  shipwreck'd  soul  is  tost : 
Till  I  am  tempted  in  despair 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I'll  look 

Once  more  to  thee,  my  God  ; 
O  fix  my  feet  upon  a  rock, 
Beyond  the  gaping  flood. 

6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face. 

Will  set  my  heart  at  ease; 
One  all-commanding  word  of  grace 
Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

X60.     L.  M.     Rippoirs  Selection. 

The  pool  of  Bethesda.     John  v.  2 — i. 

l   HOW  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I 
Here  in  thy  ways  forgotten  lie? 
\S)  hen  shall  the  means  of  healing  be 
The  channels  of  thy  grace  to  me  ? 

1   Sinners  on  ev'ry  side  step  in, 
And  wash  away  their  pain  and  sin  : 
But  I,  a  helpless  sin-sick  soul. 
Still  lie  expiring  at  the  pool. 


i  61  AMERICAN    SEAMAN^ 

3  Thou  covenant  angel,  swift  come  down. 
To-day  thine  own  appointments  crown : 
Thy  pow'r  into  the  means  infuse, 

And  give  them  now  their  sacred  use. 

4  Thou  see'st  me  lying  at  the  pool, 

I  would,  thou  know'st  I  would,  be  whole  ; 
Oh,  let  the  troubled  waters  move, 
And  minister  thy  healing  love. 

3.61.     C.  M.     New  Selec, 
My  portion  is  abov.e. 

1  FAREWELL,  vain  world,  to  earth  adieu, 

Your  glories  I  despise ; 
Your  friendship  I  no  more  pursue, 
Your  flatt'ries  are  but  lies. 

2  You  promise  happiness  in  vain. 

Nor  can  you  satisfy; 
Your  highest  pleasures  turn  to  pain, 
And  all  your  treasures  die. 

3  Had  I  the  Tndies,  East  and  West, 

And  riches  of  the  sea, 
Without  my  God  I  could  not  rest. 
For  he  is  all  to  me* 

4  Then  let  my  soul  rise  far  above,, 

By  faith  I'll  take  my  wing 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  love, 
Where  saints  a;id  angels  sine 


HYMN  BOOK*  162 

5"  There  love  and  joy  that  will  not  waste, 
There  treasures  that  endure  ; 
There  pleasures  that  will  always  last. 
Abound  for  ever  more. 


1S2.   s.  r.  i. 

of  Rippon's  Selection  paraphrased  by  T.  II.  G 
Prayer  for  guidance  and  protection. 

1  GUIDE  us,  O  !  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Wanderers  on  the  mighty  deep ; 
From  the  storm  and  raging  tempest, 

Deign  our  floating  bark  to  keep ; 
Lord  of  Heaven ! 
Bid  the  breeze  propitious  blow. 

2  Be  our  safeguard  thro'  the  night-watch. 

And  our  guardian  all  the  day, 
To  our  destin'd  port  in  safety, 

Give  us  swift  and  gladsome  way ; 
Strong  Deliv'rer ! 
Be  thou  still  our  strength  and  shield. 

3  \nd  when  life's  short  voyage  is  over. 

In  the  haven  of  the  blest, 
May  we,  guided  by  thy  Spirit, 

Find  an  everlasting  rest; 
Father,  hear  us ! 
Far  the  great  Redeemer's  sake. 


103,164       AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

1@3.     S.  M.     New  Selec. 
Exhortation  to  prayer. 

1  COME,  all  who  love  to  pray, 

On  Jesus  cast  vour  care  : 
And  ev'ry  praying  soul  shall  Had 
He  loves  to  answer  pray'r. 

2  See  how  he  looks,  and  smiles, 

From  yonder  shining  throne ; 
Pleas'd,  he  attends  your  ev'ry  pray'r, 
And  sends  rich  blessings  down  ! 

3  Ye  hung'ring,  thirsting  souls, 

O  pray,  and  never  faint ; 
Fresh  scenes  of  love  our  Lord  display: 
To  ev'ry  praying  saint. 

4  And  whither  should  we  go, 

But  to  a  throne  of  grace? 
For  there  we  prove  celestial  joys-. 
And  find  substantial  peace. 

8  Lord,  from  thy  throne  behold 
Thy  saints  assembled  here, 
Whose  hearts  ascend  with  warm  desire 
To  feel  thy  presence  near. 

!©&■     7s.     Rippon?s  Se!< 
A  blessing  humbly  requested. 

I   LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now. 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain 


HYMN    BOOK.  lOTi 

2  In  thy  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord,  from  hence  we  would  not  go. 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word. 
That  mayjoy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart, 

4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  : 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

105.     L.  3VL     J.  E -. 

For  a  pray tr  meeting. 

1  WITH  contrite  hearts,  before  thy  throne. 

Great  Godofheav'n  and  earth,  we  bow  ; 
O  make  thy  loving  kindness  known 
To  ev'r};  wraiting  sinner  now7. 

2  Descend,  and  fill  each  waiting  heart 

With  cheerful  hope,  and  heav'nlyjoy  ; 
And  may  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

That  peace  which  Satan  can't  destroy, 

3  Help  us  to  tell  each  rising  grief, 

To  pour  our  num'rous  wants  abroad. 
To  mourn  that  stubborn  unbelief 
Which  doubts  the  mercy  of  a  God 


1  66  AMERICAN  SEAMAN^ 

4  Dost  thou  not  hear  the  sinner's  pray'r 
Are  not  thy  tender  mercies  free  f 
Then  why  should  I  indulge  despair  ? 
Why  not  salvation,  then,  for  me  ? 


5  O  cleanse  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 
Make  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word. 
That  in  thy  strength  I  may  begin 
To  yield  obedience  to  the  Lord. 

2@Sa     C  M.     J.  E , 

Before  prayer. 

1  WITH  trembling  steps  before  thy  throne. 

Dread  sov'reign  !  we  appear, 
To  make  our  exigencies  known  ; 
O  lend  a  gracious  ear  ! 

2  Bow  down  the  heav'n's,  Almighty  God  ! 

And  listen  while  we  pray : 
Dispense  thy  sacred  love  abroad, 
And  drive  our  doubts  away. 

3  We  often  ask,  yet  don't  receive, 

Because  we  ask  amiss ; 
But  now,  dear  Lord!  we  would  believe, 

And  trust  thy  word  of  grace. 

1   How  ignorant,  alas  !  and  blind. 
In  all  we  think  or  say  : 
The  darkness  chase  from  every  mind. 
And  teach  us  how  to  nmv. 


HYMN   BOOK,  lti7 

5  Depending  on  thy  promised  word, 

We  meet  while  here  below  ; 
Be  present  with  us,  dearest  Lord  ! 
And  bless  us  ere  we  go. 

6  Remove  each  cause  of  slavish  fear. 

Let  hope  succeed  despair  : 
Then  shall  we  know  that  thou  art  near. 
To  hear  and  answer  pray'r. 

16^.    C.  M.    H_. 


At  the  opening  of  a  meeting. 

1  WITHIN  these  doors  assembled  now. 

We  wait  thy  blessing,  Lord ; 
Appear  within  the  midst,  we  pray, 
According  to  thy  word. 

2  May  some  sweet  promise  be  applyM. 

When  we  attempt  to  read : 
For  this  alone  can  give  support 
In  all  our  times  of  need. 

3  O  breathe  upon  our  lifeless  sou]-. 

And  raise  our  drooping  hearts ; 
That  we  may  see  thy  smiling  face, 
Ere  we  from  hence  depart. 

I   And  now,  dear  Saviour,  when  we  prai 
Be  thou  thyself  so  near, 
If  Satan  fright  our  trembling  sapls, 
Thy  mercy  may  appear. 
o 


i6u  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

5  Behold  thy  lambs,  and  bear  them,  Lord, 

Upon  thy  gracious  breast; 

And  gently  lead  inquiring  souls 

To  view  thy  promis'd  rest. 

6  And  now,  O  blessed  Spirit,  come, 

We  long  to  see  thee  move ; 
O  north  wind,  blow,  and  breathe,  O  south. 
And  fill  the  place  with  love. 

168a     L.  M.     Upton. 
Gratitude  for  preservation. 

1  'TWAS  God  preserv'd  me  by  his  powY 
His  goodness,  O  my  soul,  adore  ! 
Preserv'd  by  him,  to  him  I  raise 

This  monument  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Many  go  out  and  ne'er  return, 
But  leave  their  families  to  mourn. 
The  sad  irreparable  blow, 
Hasty,  and  vast,  and  awful  too. 

3  Others  returned  in  safety,  find, 

Fled  from  the  earth,  some  lovely  mind. 
Embrace  in  vain  the  breathless  clay, 
And  wish  to  grieve  themselves  away. 

4  Bu't  God  (his  name  my  soul  shall  bless) 
Still  crowns  my  house  with  life  and  peac^  ! 
My  life  he  fills  with  every  good, 

\k\(\  will  be  known  a  gracious  God. 


HYMN    BOOK.  169.  170 

6  What  can  I  do  but  ask  his  grace, 
Still  to  enhance  my  debt  of  praise  : 
Jesus,  my  soul  to  thee  I  bring, 
And  long  to  serve  thee  while  I  sing. 

160.     L.  M.     Williams'  Coll, 
Preservation. 

1  RECORD,  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  powV, 

Whose  winds  and  waves  obey  his  will; 
He  bids  the  awful  tempest  roar, 

His  voice  the  wildest  storm  can  still. 

2  View,  O  my  soul,  with  wonder  view 

The  roaring  billows  round  thee  tost. 
And  bless  his  mercies  ever  new, 

While  thou  art  saved,  and  others  lost. 

3  Speak  to  my  heart,  dear  Lord,  and  say, 

u  The  rain  is  gone,  the  tempest's  o'er : 
Come,  my  beloved,  come  away, 
Satan  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

4  "  Fear  not,  I'll  guard  thy  helpless  head. 

While  life,  and  all  its  conflicts  last, 
And  when  the  raging  winds  are  fled, 
Thy  soul  shall  sing  of  dangers  past." 

170.     C.  M.     Fawcett. 

Knowledge  at  present  imperfect,  or  Providence  myster 

)   THY  way,  O  God!  is  in  the  sea; 
Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace  ; 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thy  unbounded  grace 


171  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 

My  captive  soul  surround; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  Providence, 
My  wand'ring  thoughts  confound.. 

3  When  I  behold  thy  awful  hand, 

My  earthly  hopes  destroy; 
In  deep  astonishment  I  stand, 
And  ask  the  reason  why  ? 

4  As  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see" 

The  wonders  of  thy  love; 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above ! 

5  >Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will ; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight  : 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light? 

G  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 
Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day, 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

171.     C.  M.     Hartford  CdlL 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1    OH  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing. 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King. 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 


HlMiN    BOOK.  172 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  Lord, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  : 
His  blood  avaiPd  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 

Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiven ; 
Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven, 

172.    C  M.    H— . 


Praise  for  Redemption. 

1  COME,  ye  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 

Your  grateful  songs  employ  ; 
He  brought  your  wand'ring  souls  to  God, 
And  turn'd  your  grief  to  joy. 

2  Think,  ransom'd  sinner,  what  a  pricp 

Was  paid  to  set  you  free  i 
Th'  eternal  Son  was  naiPd  and  dy'd 
Upon  the  bloody  tree 
o  5 


173  AMKRICAN    SEAMA.V.t 

3  Our  yielding  hearts  cannot  be  cold, 

While  viewing  such  a  scene  ! 
E'en  nature  trembled  to  behold 
The  sufferings  of  her  King  ! 

4  The  massy  rocks  in  sunder  clave, 

When  Jesus  clos'd  his  eyes ; 
The  sleeping  saints  leap'd  from  their  graves. 
And  darkness  spread  the  skies. 

5  Mysterious  grace !  all-conquering  love  ! 

Too  deep  for  angel's  ken  ; 
That  he  whom  seraphs  praise  above, 
Should  die  for  guilty  men, 

6  Then  join,  ye  ransom'din  the  song, 

And  while  ye  taste  his  love, 
Let  every  saint  the  theme  prolong, 
Till  call'd  to  praise  above. 

173.     C,  M.     Steele. 
Wonders  of  Redemption. 

1  AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  worms  might  rise  f 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high, 
Surprising  mercy!  love  unknown  !) 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die, 


HVM.\   BOOK.  Ill 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place. 

And  sufler'd  in  his  stead; 
For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace!) 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled  ! 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dweli 

In  thy  atoning  blood ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free ; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  power  to  me  ! 

6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favours  so  divine  ? 
0  take  my  all — this  worthless  heart. 
And  make  it  only  thine. 

17€.     L.  M.     E.  Robbins. 
Refuge  in  Christ. 

1  SOVEREIGN  of  worlds!  thy  law  controls 

The  angry  waters  of  the  sea  ; 
Boundaries  they  have,  nor  can  they  roll 
Beyond  the  sphere  assigned  by  thee. 

2  A  sinner  vile,  with  grief  oppress'd, 

Crimson'd  with   guilt,   o'erwhelm'd  with 
fear, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  I  kneel  confest, 
For  my  deliverance;  Lord,  appear. 


175  AMERICAN   SEAMAN 'rr 

3  I  know  thy  law  is  just  and  pure, 

Its  curses  pierce  my  soul  with  \vo, 
Its  awful  threats  vindictive  roar, 

O  where,  dread  Sov'reign,  shall  I  go  ■ 

4  "  Ho!  all  that  thirst,'' the  Saviour  cries, 

"Whose  sins  are  of  the  darkest  hue, 
Bow  at  my  feet,  suppress  your  sighs, 
I'll  be  your  friend,  your  Saviour  too.'' 

5  O,  happy  soul,  what  joys  divine, 

Await  thee  in  that  fair  abode, 
Where  Jesus  reigns,  where  all  combine, 
Shouting  high  anthems  to  their  God. 

175,     L.  M.     Brewer. 
Christ  a  hiding  place,  or  harbour.    Is.  xxxii.  % 

1  AGAINST  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  } 
Despis'd  the  motion  of  his  grace. 

Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

2  Enwrapp'd  in  thick  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light-, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel  form  appear'd  ; 
She  led  me  on  with  steady  pace, 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding  place. 


HYMN    BOOK.  176 

4  Should  storms  of  seven-fold  thunder  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole5 
No  flaming  bolt  could  daunt  my  face. 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding  place. 

5  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most, 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast, 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  songs  of  grace,, 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding  place. 

176.     C.  M.     Smith's  Coll. 
Christ  a  covert  from  the  tempest.     Is.  xxxiL  2". 

1  WHEN  tempests  howl  and  billows  rise. 

And  ships  on  rocks  are  cast, 
To  Christ  the  trembling  sailor  fliesT 
A  covert  from  the  blast.- 

2  When  death's  ten  thousand  doors  appear. 

And  waves  engulf  the  mast, 
To  Christ  alone  can  sailors  steer, 
A  covert  from  the  blast. 

3  The  wrath  of  earth  and  hell  he  boit^ 

Till  ev'ry  storm  had  past ; 
Behold  he  lives  to  die  no  more, 
A  covert  from  the  blast. 

A  In  him  let  every  soul  be  found, 
When  judgment  comes  at  last, 
Vnd  be  his  head  with  glory  crowuM. 
Our  covert  from  the  blast. 


177,  178       AMERICAN   SEAMAN'S 

3.77a     L.  M.     Anon.     Altered. 
The  Believer 's  hiding  place.     Ps.  xxxii.  7. 

1  HAIL,  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man; 
Hail  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Despis'd  the  proffers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

3  But  thus  th'  eternal  council  ran, 
Almighty  love,  arrest  the  man ; 
I  felt  the  billows  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

4  But  lo!  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy  for  my  soul  appear'd ; 
It  urg'd  me  at  a  pleasant  rate, 

To  Jesus  Christ  my  hiding  place. 

5  A  few  more  rolling  years  at  most 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast. 
When  I  shall  sing  a  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  my  glorious  hiding  place, 

178a    fs.     Rippoivs  Selec. 

Tempted — but  flying  to  Christ  the  refuge 

1  JESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll — 
yVhile  the  tempest  still  is  nigh  ! 


HYMN    BOOK.  7ol 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  pasr : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find  ! 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  ! 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name. 

1  am  all  unrighteousness, 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  : 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart> 

Ri<^  to  all  eternity. 


179  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

179a     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

All  nun  commanded  to  repent.     Acts  xvii.  SO. 

J   "REPENT  !"  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Nor  longer  dare  delay : 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate,  die?. 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  despatch'd  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  how, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound. 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

5  Amazing  love  !  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts,  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall 
And  w<^ep.  and  love,  and  prni^e. 


HYMN   BOOK.  180 

180.     P.  M.     Newton. 
There  the  weary  are  at  rest.     Job  iii.  17. 

1  COURAGE,  my  soul!  behold  the  prize 

The  Saviour's  love  provides ; 
Eternal  life  beyond  the  skies, 
For  all  whom  here  he  guides. 

2  The  wicked  cease  from  troubling  there. 

The  weary  are  at  rest; 
Sorrow  and  sin,  and  pain  and  care, 
No  more  approach  the  blest. 

o  A  wicked  world,  and  wicked  heart, 
With  Satan  now  are  join'd  ; 
Each  acts  a  too  successful  part, 
In  harassing  my  mind. 

4  In  conflict  with  this  threefold  troop, 

How  weary,  Lord  am  I; 
Did  not  thy  promise  bear  me  up 
My  soul  must  faint  and  die. 

5  But  fighting  in  my  Saviour's  strength, 

Though  mighty  are  my  foes, 
I  shall  a  conq'ror  be  at  length, 
O'er  all  that  can  oppose. 

6  Then  why,  my  soul,  complain  or  fear  : 

The  crown  of  glory  see  ! 
The  more  I  toil  and  suffer  here, 
The  sweeter  rest  will  b.e, 
P 


181.   182  AMERICAN  SEAMAN*? 

181.         C.  M.     Cowpcr. 

Retirement. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
gg     From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 

From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still. 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade,      { 

With  pray'r  and  praise  agree; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made. 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul. 

And  grace  her  mean  abode  ; 
Oh !  with  what  peace  and  joy  and  love. 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine; 
And  (all  harmonious  names  in  one) 
My  SAVIOUR,  thou  art  mine  ! 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love. 

A  boundless,  endless  store  ; 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above. 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

182.     C.  INI.     W.  G . 

Spiritual  riches  in  Christ. 

r';  Not  as  the  world  givcth,  give  I  unto  you."    John  *i\-.  27 

1  JESUS,  how  precious  is  thy  name  ! 
How  lovely,  dear  and  sweet  ! 
Fain  would  I  shout  thine  endless  famo  : 
In  thee  nil  benntirs  mrct. 


HYMN  BOOK.  183 

2  Lite,  pardon,  peace,  thou  dost  bestow 
On  sinners  such  as  me  : 
May  I  thy  great  salvation  know. 
And  all  thy  grandeur  see  ! 

0  The  undeserving  and  the  vile, 

Of  his  rich  grace  partake: 
He  views  them  with  a  lovely  smile. 
For  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

4  In  him  is  an  exhaustless  store 

Of  grace,  and  strength  and  rest: 
That  wretched  sinners,  weak  and  poor. 
Can  need  to  make  them  blest. 

5  Let  heavy-laden  sinners  try  ; 

O  come  to  him  for  rest, 
And  on  his  promises  rely, 
Then  you'll  be  truly  best. 

183.     C.  M.     Cennick. 
Lord's  Day  evening. 

1  WHEN,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee  all  serene ; 
Blest  in  perpetual  sabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

2  Assist  me,  while  I  wander  here, 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  lave. 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 


J  34  AMERICAN    SEAMAVS 

3  [Release  my  soul  from  ev'ry  chain,. 

No  more  hell's  captive  led ; 
And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  my  God,  O  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee; 

Take  all  that  I  possess  below, 

And  give  thyself  to  me.] 

5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give. 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys. 
To  Sabbaths  without  end. 


184.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Plan  of  Salvation. 

1  SALVATION  !  what  a  glorious  plan; 

How  suited  to  our  need  ! 
The  grace  that  raises  fallen  man, 
Is  wonderful  indeed  ! 

2  'Twas  wisdom  form'd  the  vast  design. 

To  ransom  us  when  lost; 
And  love's  unfathomable  mine 
Provided  all  the  cost. 

3  Strict  Justice,  with  approving  look. 

The  holy  cov'nant  seal'd  ; 
And  truth  and  power  undertook 
The  whole  should  be  fulfilPd. 


HYM3    BOOK.  iuJ 

4  Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  pow'r  and  love. 

In  all  their  glory  shone ; 
When  Jesus  left  the  courts  above, 
And  died  to  save  his  own. 

5  (Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  power  and  love. 

Are  equally  display'd  ; 
Xow  Jesus  reigns  enthron'd  above, 
Our  advocate  and  head.) 

6  Xow  sin  appears  deserving  death, 

Most  hateful  and  abhorr'd  ; 
And  yet  the  sinner  lives  by  faith, 
And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 


185.     7s.    J.  E . 

O  visit  me  with  thy  salvation.     Psalm  cvi.  4. 

1   WHAT  a  wicked  wretch  am  I ! 

Vile  and  sinful  are  my  ways  ! 
Where  for  pardon  shall  I  fly, 

But  to  thee,  thou  God  of  grace  ! 
Guilty,  wretched,  vile,  undone. 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  lie  ; 
Save  thro'  Jesus  Christ  thy  Son, 

Save  me,  Lord,  or  else  I  die. 

J  Thro'  his  blood,  that  once  was  spile, 
When  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
Cleanse,  O  cleanse  me  from  my  guilt> 
Save  my  soul  from  misery. 
V  2 


186  AMERICAN    SEAMAN  'S 

Thro'  his  death,  and  burial  too_, 
May  I  daily  die  to  sin, 

Live  a  life  divinely  new, 
And  enjoying  peace  within. 

3  By  his  rising  into  heaven, 

And  his  interceding  love, 
Having  all  my  sins  forgiv'u, 

Guide  me  safe  to  realms  above. 
There,  with  angels  may  I  bless, 

And  adore  thy  holy  name  ; 
Wear  a  crown  of  righteousness, 

Giving  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


18S.     C.  M.     Rippon's  Selec. 
By  the  grate  of  God,  I  am  what  I  am.     \  Cor.  xv.  £. 

1  GREAT  God,  'tis  from  thy  sov'rcign  grace 

That  all  my  blessings  flow  ; 
What'er  I  am,  or  do  possess, 
I  to  thy  mercy  owe. 

2  ?Tis  this  my  powerful  lusts  control, 

And  pardons  all  my  sin  ; 
Spreads  life  and  comfort  through  my  soul, 
And  makes  my  nature  clean. 

3  'Tis  this  upholds  me  whilst  I  live, 

Supports  me  when  I  die; 
And  hence  ten  thousand  saints  receive 
Their  all.  ui  well  as  I. 


HluMN    BOOK.  VttT 

4r  How  lull  must  be  the  springs,  from  whence 
Such  various  streams  proceed  ! 
The  ocean  cannot  but  be  rich, 
Prom  which  so  many  feed. 

187.     C.  M.     Miss  Harrison 

By  grace  art  ye  saved.    Eph.  ii«  2~ 

1  NO  more  of  works  I  vainly  boast, 
Nor  so  employ  my  tongue 5 
Jesus  alone  is  all  my  trust, 
Free  grace  my  only  song. 

J  'Twas  not  in  me  to  seek  his  face. 
Nor  did  I  ask  his  love, 
Till  he,  by  his  all-powerful  grace, 
First  drew  my  thoughts  above. 

3  My  free  will  chose  the  broader  stream^ 

That  leads  to  endless  pain, 
I  saiPd  with  pleasure  there,  till  God 
Incliu'd  me  to  refrain. 

4  He  saw  me  helpless  and  undone, 

A  rebel  dark  and  blind, 
Aud  led  me  to  his  blessed  Son, 
A  better  way  to  find. 

5  By  whose  rich  grace  alone  I  stand, 

Kept  by  his  mighty  power, 
Through  which  I  trust  ere  long  to  laivi 
On  the  celestial  shore, 


2&B  AMERICAS    SEAM AS  'S 

6  Then  shall  I  leave  all  sin's  remain?. 
And  view  his  glorious  face, 
And  sing  in  more  exalted  strains, 
The  freedom  of  his  grace. 


188.     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selec. 

Happy  in  the  salvation  of  God.     Ps.  xlvi.  4. 

i  INDULGENT  God !  to  thee  I  raise 
My  spirit  fraught  with  joy  and  praise  ; 
Grateful  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
My  debt  of  mercy  there  to  own. 

2  Rivers  descending,  Lord  !  from  thee. 
Perpetual  glide  to  solace  me: 
Their  varied  virtues  to  rehearse. 
Demands  an  everlasting  verse. 

o  And  yet  there  is  beyond  the  rest, 
One  stream — the  widest  and  the  best — 
Salvation  !  Lo,  the  purple  flood 
Rolls  rich  with  my  Redeemer's  blood  ! 

4  I  taste — delight  succeeds  to  wo ; 

I  bathe — no  waters  cleanse  me  so  : 
Such  joy  and  purity  to  share, 
I  would  remain  enraptur'd  there, 

5  Till  death  shall  give  this  soul  to  know 
The  fulness  sought  in  vain  below  ; 
The  fulness  of  that  boundless  sea, 
Whence  flow'd  the  river  down  to  me. 


HfMN  BOOK.  1$9 

6  My  soul,  with  such  a  scene  in  view, 
Bids  mortal  joys  a  glad  adieu  ; 
Nor  dreads  a  few  chastising  woes, 
Sent  with  such  love — so  soon  to  close. 

189.     C.  Mo     Gospel  Melodies. 

J>  How  shall  ive  escape,  if  we  neglect  so  great  stilfn- 
tion.    Heb.  ii.  3. 

1  THE  trumpet  of  salvation  sounds5 

In  accents  loud  and  clear  ; 
While  echo  every  strain  rebounds, 
From  nations  far  and  near. 

2  The  glorious  promises  it  gives, 

Let  no  poor  soul  despise; 
Who  follows  its  pure  precept,  lively 
And  who  neglects  them,  dies. 

3  Say,  what  can  sinful  hearts  expect. 

Who  scorn  the  sacrifice  ; 
So  great  Salvation  who  reject, 
When  offer' d  without  price  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  though  in  my  spirit  weak. 

And  trembling  lest  I  stray, 
"May  I  that  one  thing  needful  seek? 
That  Hope  of  endless  day. 

:>  All  things  beside  are  vain  and  fraik 
Like  meteors  in  the  sky  : 
But  thy  sweet  mercies  never  fa i  1  v 
Thy  glories  n£ver  die. 


190  AMERICAN     SEASON'S 

6  But  Lord,  in  vain  are  my  desires, 
Without  thy  guardian  care  ; 
My  anxious,  ling'ring,  soul  requires 
Thy  grace  to  lead  her  there. 

19®.     L.  M.     Newton. 
TJie  sea — its  calm  of  short  continuance. 

1  IF  for  a  time  the  air  be  calm, 

Serene  and  smooth  the  sea  appears  I 
Aud  shows  no  danger  to  alarm 

The  unexperienced  landsman's  fears. 

2  But  if  the  tempest  once  arise, 

The  faithless  water  swells  and  raves  ; 
Its  billows,  foaming  to  the  skies, 

Disclose  a  thousand  threatening  graves. 

3  My  untry'd  heart  thus  seem'd  to  me 

(So  little  of  myself  I  knew) 
Smooth  as  the  calm  unruffled  sea, 
But  ah  !  it  prov'd  as  treach'rous  too  ! 

4  The  peace  of  which  I  had  a  taste. 

When  Jesus  first  his  love  reveal'd ; 
I  fondly  hop'd  would  always  last, 

Because  my  foes  were  then  conceaVd. 

5  But  when  I  felt  the  tempter's  pow'r, 

Rouse  my  corruptions  from  their  sleep. 
I  trembled  at  the  stormy  hour, 
And  saw  the  horrors  of  the  deep. 


HYMN  BOOK.  191 

»j  Lord,  save  me,  or  I  sink,  I  pray'd; 

He  heard  and  bid  the  tempest  cease ; 
The  angry  waves  his  word  obey'd, 
And  all  my  fears  were  hush'd  to  peace* 

191.     7?.     Newton, 
The  World  compared  to  the  oxetin. 

J    SEE,  the  world  for  youth  prepare 
Harlot  like,  her  gaudy  snares; 
Pleasures  round  her  seem  to  waits 
But  'tis  all  a  painted  cheat. 

2  So  the  calm,  but  faithless  sea,    . 
(Lively  emblem,  world  of  thee) 
Tempts  the  landsman  from  the  shore* 
Foreign  regions  to  explore. 

3  But  ere  long  the  tempest  raves,       .  j 
And  he  trembles  at  the  waves : 
Wishes  then  he  had  been  wise, 

But  too  late — he  sinks  and  dies. 

4  Hapless  thus,  are  they,  vainworld> 
Soon  on  rocks  of  ruin  hurl'd, 
Who  admiring  thee,  untry'd, 
Court  thy  pleasure,  wealth  or  pride, 

5  Such  a  shipwreck  had  been  mine,. 
Had  not  Jesus  (name  divine !) 
Sav'd  me  with  a  mighty  hand, 
And  restored  mv  s'oulto  femd« 


392,  193     AMERICAN    SEAMAN V 

6  Now,  with  gratitude  I  raise 
Ebenezers  to  his  praise ; 
Now,  my  rash  pursuits  are  o?er, 
I  can  trust  the  world  no  more* 

192*     C.  M.     Seaman's  Magazines 
Seamen  called  on  to  praise  the  Lord. 

1  YE  fearless  seamen,  praise  the  Lord; 

To  you  the  work  belongs; 
For  God  invites  you  by  his  word, 
To  raise  your  gospel  songs. 

2  Rejoice  in  his  redeeming  love, 

His  wondrous  mercy  tell, 
How  Christ  descended  from  above, 
To  save  your  souls  from  hell. 

3  Let  the  sweet  praises  of  his  name 

Resound  from  pole  to  pole ; 
To  every  shore  his  grace  proclaim, 
As  far  as  billows  roll. 

4  At  every  time,  in  everyplace, 

The  glorious  theme  pursue; 
And  long  to  praise  him  face  to  face, 
In  anthems  ever  new. 

193.     S.  M.     Watts. 
Ocome,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord.  Vs.  xcv.  1 
]   COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God. 
TJie  universal  King. 


HYMN  BOOK.  194 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own. 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  hearts  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  stubborn  Jews. 
That  unbelieving  race ; 

6  The  Lord  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
;'You  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there.'' 

194.     L.  M.     Lond.  S.  Mag. 

Sailors  coming  to  Christ, 

1  GLORY  to  God,  the  day's  arriv'd, 
When  wand'ring  sailors  shall  be  sav'd  ! 
Glory  to  God,  the  hour  is  come, 
To  call  poor  banished  sailors  hdnie. 
Q 


195  AMERICAN   SEAMAN'S 

2  Long  strangers  to  themselves  and  God. 
Thej  still  pursued  the  downward  road  ; 
Now  sov'reign  mercy  bids  them  stay, 
And  guides  them  in  the  narrow  way. 

3  To  Zion  weeping  they  return, 

And  o'er  their  past  transgressions  mourn, 
Mourn  for  that  Friend  whose  blood  was  spilt 
To  wash  away  their  load  of  guilt. 

4  Jesus,  the  deep  now  owns  thy  sway, 
And  ransom'd  sailors  hail  the  day  ! 
While  they  behold,  like  lightning's  blaze, 
The  gospel  spread  wide  o'er  the  sens. 

5  Glory  to  thee,  our  gracious  Lord, 
We  joyful  sing  with  one  accord, 
That  sailors,  long  a  rebel  race, 
Return  to  seek  their  Father's  face. 

195-     CM. 

Written  in  the  Marinert'  Church,  N.  Y.  by   li  Boston  Bard." 
Hope  for  Sailors. 

.EST  be  the  voice  now  heard  afar, 
O'er  the  dark  rolling  sea, 
That  whispers  to  the  hardy  tar, 
"  Sailor,  there's  hope  for  thee." 

2  Blest  be  that  pure,  that  Christian  love. 
That  boundless  charity, 
That  bears  the  Olive,  like  the  dove. 
Brave,  generous  tar.  to  thee. 


HYMN   1300K,  196 

0  Blest  be  those  lips,  in  accents  mild, 

From  sordid  motives  free, 
That  first  proclaimM  to  oceaivs  child. 
Poor  sailor,  love  to  thee. 

4  Long  hadst  thou  rode  the  foamy  wave, 

From  sin  nor  danger  free, 
Till  mercy  stretch'd  her  arm  to  save. 
To  save,  brave  sailor,  thee. 

5  God  of  the  just !  Oh!  lend  thine  ear, 

A  blessing  rich  decree 
On  those  who  spread  these  tidings  dear ; 
"  Sailor,  there's  hope  for  thee." 

1S6«     C.  M.     Mariner's  Mag. 

On  hearing  singing  in  the  Mariners'  Church. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  songs  of  Zion  sound 

When  seamen  tune  their  voice, 
In  praise  to  him  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  bids  the  world  rejoice. 

2  These  tongues,    which  once  their   God  blas- 

phem'd, 
Now  sound  his  praises  high ; 
For  that  sweet  gospel,  and  its  grace, 
Which  brings  a  Saviour  nigh. 

3  They  sing,  to  tell  how  God  has  giv'n 

DehVrance  from  the  storm, 
And  brought  them  to  their  port  in  peace. 
By  his  almighty  arm. 


197  AMERICAN  SEAMAN*- 

4  They  sing,  to  tell  of  all  the  love 

Of  him  who  died  to  save  ; 
Who  now  in  glory  reigns  above, 
To  rescue  from  the  grave. 

5  Sing  on,  dear  seamen,  sing  and  tell 

Of  all  Emmanuel's  love  ! 
And  may  you  rise  and  sit  on  high, 
And  reign  with  him  above. 


197.    C.  M.    z . 

"  The  disciple  who  leaned  on  his  breast.    John  xxi.  20. 

1  A  SAILOR  once  whom  Jesus  lov'd, 

Lean'd  on  his  breast  and  fed, 
While  Christ  the  Lord,  at  supper  prov'd 
Himself  the  living  bread. 

2  O  honour'd  saint,  O  glorious  place, 

The  bosom  of  our  God, 
What  can  so  much  display  his  grace, 
To  those  he  bought  with  blood. 

3  But  may  a  sailor  poor  and  low, 

Weary  of  wandering  here, 
May  I,  tho'  vile,  be  favour'd  so. 
And  dry  up  ev'ry  tear  ? 

I   And  ean'st  thou,  wilt  thou,  dearest  Lord, 
Give  my  poor  soul  this  rest, 
Shall  I,  when  storms  fulfil  thy  word. 
Repose  upon  ihy  breast  ? 


HYMN    HOOK.  198,199 

5  Then  farewell  home,  and  other  charms, 
Your  influence  now  shall  cease, 
Reclhvd  in  Christ  my  Saviour's  arms, 
I  rest  in  endless  peace. 

IS3.    CM.    Z . 

Christ's  companions  in  the  garden*     Matth.  xxvi.  37. 

1  WHO  were  the  highly  honoured  three, 

Selected  by  the  Lord, 
To  enter  sad  Gethsemane, 

When  vengeance  drew7  its  sword? 

2  O  grace  how  rich !  how  free  !  that  chose, 

Seamen  of  Galilee  ; 
When  Jesus  sunk  beneath  our  woes, 
In  blood-:Stain'd  agony* 

3  May  sailors  for  this  haven  steer, 

And  see  their  Jesus  there, 
Behold  his  bloody  sweat,  and  hear 
His  agonizing  prayer. 

4  Be  then  this  port  my  chief  delight, 

Till  moor'd  in  heav'n  above ; 
Weeping,  I'll  gaze  upon  the  sight, 
And  be  dissolved  in  love. 

199.     C  M.     Cowper. 
Self -acquaintance. 
1  DEAR  Lord  !  accept  a  sinful  heart, 
Which  of  itself  complains ; 
And  mourns,  with  much  and  frequent  smart. 
The  evil  it  contains. 
Q    2 


200  AMERICAN   SEAMAVr 

2  The  fiery  seeds  of  anger  lurk, 

Which  often  hurt  ray  frame ; 
And  wait  but  for  the  tempter's  work. 
To  fan  them  to  a  flame. 

3  Legality  holds  out  a  bribe 

To  purchase  life  from  thee ; 
And  discontent  would  fain  prescribe, 
How  thou  shalt  deal  with  me. 

4  While  unbelief  withstands  thy  grace, 

And  puts  the  mercy  by; 
Presumption  with  a  brow7  of  brass. 
Says,  "  give  me  or  I  die.'' 

5  How  eager  are  my  thoughts  to  roam 

In  quest  of  what  they  love! 
But  ah  !  when  duty  calls  them  home. 
How  heavily  they  move ! 

G  O  cleanse  me  in  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Transform  me  by  thy  pow'r, 
And  make  me  thy  belov'd  abode, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


200-     C.  M.     Kirkham. 
Self-denial,  or  bearing  the  cross. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 

Or  thy  disciple  be? 


HYMN  BOOK.  201 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 

And  make  me  truly  bold ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine. 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame, 

And  treat  me  with  disdain  ; 
Still  may  I  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  resign  ; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

201*     L.  M.     Edmeston. 

The  ship  driven  from  her  moorings,  or  "  Christ  a 
hiding  place  from  the  wind.'1     Is.  xxxii.  2. 

1  BENEATH  a  reef  the  ship  was  moor'd, 

The  threat'ning  tempest  to  endure ; 
Loud  rag'd  the  storm,  but  all  on  board 
Fear'd  not,  but  deem'd  their  hold  was  sure. 

2  The  storm  increas'd,  the  cable  gave; 

Strong  was  the  force,  and  swift  the  shock  : 
The  ship  was  driven  along  the  wave, 
And  dashM  upon  a  hidden  rock. 

3  An  earthly  refuge  may  deceive; 

This  has  been  often  prov'd  before  ; 
But  who  in  Christ  did  e'er  believe, 

And  found  that  trust  could  aid  no  more. 


202,  203     American  seaman's 

4  Eternal  refuge  from  despair! 

This,  well  I  know,  could  never  be  ; 
What  storm  could  rage,  and  reach  me  there  ? 
What  power   could  drive  my  soul  from 
thee  ? 


202a     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Expostulation. 

1  SINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ; 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly ; 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams  ? 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  i 

3  Stay,  sinner  !  on  the  gospel  plains, 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  pains, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold. 

203B     L-  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Imade  haste,  and  delayed  not.     Ps.  cxix.  60 

1   HASTEN,  O  sinner  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won 


HYMN    BOOK.  201 

2  U  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  ev'ning's  stage  be  ran. 

3  O  hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  O  hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee-arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

5  O  Lord,  do  thou  the  sinner  turn  ! 

Now  rouse  him  from  his  senseless  state ! 
O  let  him  not  thy  counsel  spurn, 
Nor  rue  his  fatal  choice  too  late. 


204.     C.  M.     Fawcett. 
Let  the  wicked  forsake  his  ways,  fyc.   Is.  lv. 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast. 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease, 


205  AMERICAN    SEAMAi\"& 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days. 
To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live 

Through  his  abounding  grace  : 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive, 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  ev'ry  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts : 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

205.     C.  M.     Beddome. 

The  trembling  sbmer. 

1   CLOUDS  big  with  wrath  hang  o'er  my  head. 
And  awful  thunders  roll, 
Terrific  scenes  before  me  spread* 
And  fill  my  guilty  soul. 


HYMN     BOOK.  206 

2  Jesus,  the  sinner's  only  hope, 

Thy  saving  power  display, 
O  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

3  Helpless,  forlorn,  and  in  distress, 

I  heave  the  pensive  sigh ; 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 
While  danger  is  so  nigh. 

4  O  tell  me  thou  my  soul  hast  bought, 

With  blood  so  rich  and  free, 
This  will  relieve  my  anxious  thought. 
And  bind  my  heart  to  thee. 

296«     7s.     Newton. 
Sin's  deceit. 

1  SIN,  when  view'd  by  scripture  light, 
Is  a  horrid  hateful  sight; 

But  when  seen  in  Satan's  glass. 
Then  it  wears  a  pleasing  face. 

2  When  the  cross  I  view  by  faith, 
Sin  is  madness,  poison,  death; 
Tempt  me  not,  'tis  all  in  vain, 
Sure  I  ne'er  can  yield  again. 

3  Satan  for  a  while  debarr'd, 
When  he  finds  me  off  my  guard, 
Puts  his  glass  before  my  eyes, 
Quickly  other  thoughts  arise. 


207  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

4  What  before  excited  fears, 
Rather  pleasing  now  appears  ; 
If  a  sin,  it  seems  so  small, 

Or,  perhaps,  no  sin  at  all. 

5  Often  thus,  through  sin's  deceit, 
Grief,  and  shame,  and  loss  I  meet : 
Like  a  fish,  my  soul  mistook, 

Saw  the  bait,  but  not  the  hook. 

6  Oh  !  my  Lord,  what  shall  I  say  ; 
How  can  I  presume  to  pray  ? 
Not  a  word  have  I  to  plead, 
Sins  like  mine,  are  black  indeed  ! 

7  Made  by  past  experience  wise, 
Let  me  learn  thy  word  to  prize  : 
Taught  by  what  I've  felt  before. 
Let  me  Satan's  glass  abhor. 

207.     L.   M.     Cowper. 
Hatred  of  sin. 

1  HOLY  Lord  God  !  I  love  thy  truth, 

Nor  dare  thy  least  commandment  slight : 
Yet  pierc'd  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

2  But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 

Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait  : 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  onlv  thine:  I  hate. 


HYMN  BOOK.  208 

3  Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell ; 
One  sin,  unslain,  within  my  breast, 

Would  make  that  heav'n  as  dark  as  hell. 

4  The  pris'ner,  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 

And  bless'd  with  liberty  again, 
Would  mourn  were  he  condemn'd  to  wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

5  But  oh!  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 

When  glory  crowns  the  Christian's  head  : 
One  view  of  Jesus,,  as  he  is, 

Will  strike  all  sin  for  ever  dead, 

208.     C.  M.     Dr.  S.  Stennett. 
Indwelling  sin  lamented. 

1  WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base. 

So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  ev'ry  sin ! 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just  and  true; 
Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demand*. 
T<  his  most  righteous  due. 
R 


309  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh,      y 
And  all  her  words  approve  ; 
But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

4  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
These  strugglings  in  my  breast  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ?  .. 

G  Break,  sov'reigti  grace,  O  break  the  charm. 
And  set  the  captive  free; 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

2©9.     G.  M.     Watts. 

Complaining  of  spiritual  sloth. 

\   MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  r 
Awake  my  sluggish  soul; 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive, 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sakes  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Tome  flying  from  above. 


HYMN    BOOK.  210 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  laboured  for  our  good, 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown, 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move; 

Upwards  our  souls  shall  rise  : 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love. 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

21G.     C.  M.    Newton.     Altered 

The  sluggard. 

1  THE  wishes  that  the  sluggard  frames, 

Will  surely  fruitless  prove  ; 
With  folded  arms  he  stands  and  dreams, 
But  has  no  heart  to  move. 

2  No  hardship  he,  or  toil  can  bear, 

No  difficulty  brave ; 
He  wastes  his  hours  at  home  for  fear 
Of  dangers  on  the  wave. 

3j3Tis  often  thus,  in  soul  concerns, 
The  gospel  sluggards  see  ; 
"Who,  if  a  wish  would  serve  their  tarns 
Micrht  true  believers  be. 


211  AMERICAN   SEAMAN'S 

4  But  when  the  Bible  bids  them  watch. 

And  seek,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
At  evVy  poor  excuse  they  catch, 
And  waste  the  passing  day. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  pow'r  appear, 

The  outward  call  to  aid  ; 
These  drowsy  souls  can  only  hear 
The  voice  that  wakes  the  dead. 


211.     S.  M.     New  Selec. 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  iii. 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  ever}'  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  all  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues, 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs: 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners  sing: 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day. 

In  Christ  th'  eternal  King. 


11VM.N   BOOK.  212 


Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 
Ye  blessed  children,  come  ; 

Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  awayy 
And  take  his  pilgrims  home. 


212a     C.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 

The  work  of  the  Spirit  represented  by  the  wind  : 
sovereign  saving  grace.     John  Hi.  8. 

1  THE  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind. 

Blows  when  and  where  he  please ; 
How  happy  are  the  men  who  feel 
The  soul-enliv'ning  breeze, 

2  He  forms  the  carnal  mind  afresh, 

Subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin, 
Transforms  the  heart  of  stone  to  flesh. 
And  plants  his  grace  within. 

3  He  sheds  abroad  the  Father's  love, 

Applies  redeeming  blood, 
Bids  both  our  guilt  and  grief  remove, 
And  brings  us  near  to  God. 

4  Lord,  fill  each  dead  benighted  soul 

With  life,  and  light,  and  joy ; 
None  can  thy  mighty  pow'r  control. 
Thy  glorious  work  destroy, 

R  2 


213,214        AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

213.     L.  M.     Doddridge. 
The  SpiriVs  influence  compared  to  living  water. 

1  BLESS'D  Jesus,  source  of  grace  divine, 
What  soul-refreshing  streams  are  thine ! 
Oh,  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 
Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die. 

2  No  traveller  through  desert  lands, 
'Midst  scorching  suns,  and  burning  sands, 
More  needs  the  current  to  obtain, 

Or,  to  enjoy  refreshing  rain. 

3  Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing, 
Spring  up,  celestial  fountain,  spring! 
To  a  redundant  river  flow, 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below. 

4  May  this  blest  torrent  near  my  side, 
Through  all  the  desert  gently  glide ; 
Then,  in  Emmanuel's  land  above, 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love  ! 

214a     S.  M.     Rippon's  Selec. 
The  Holy  Spirit  invoked. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine ; 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Life,  light,  and  joy  dispense  ! 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quick'ning  influence, 


Ill  M.N    BOOK.  '215 

0  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart : 

This  stubborn  will  subdue; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome. 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise : 
And  unto  thee  I  will  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

215.     L-  ML     Hart.     Altered. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away,  but  my  word  shall  not 
pass  away.     Mattb.  xxiv.  35. 

1  THE  moon  and  stars  shall  lose  their  light. 
The  sun  shall  sink  in  endless  night; 
Both  heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
The  works  of  nature  all  decay  ; 

2  But  they  that  in  the  Lord  confide, 
And  shelter  in  his  wounded  side, 
Shall  see  the  danger  overpast, 
Stand  ev'ry  storm  and  live  at  last. 

3  What  Christ  has  said,  must  be  fulfill'd, 
On  this  firm  rock  believers  build; 

His  word  shall  stand,  his  truth  prevail. 
And  not  one  jot  or  tittle  fail. 

4  His  word  is  this,  (ye  seamen  hear/ 
"Believe  on  me,  and  banish  fear  : 
But  he  that  will  not  me  obey, 
Stall  perish  in  the  last  great  da  y.r 


216  AMERICAN 

216.     C.  M.     Gospel  Melodies. 
44  It  is  J,  be  not  afraid."     Matth.  xiv.  27. 

1  LOST  in  a  storm  of  guilt,  my  soul! 

No  pilot  at  the  helm ; 
The  mountain  billows  seem  to  roll. 
Prepar'd  to  overwhelm. 

2  In  vain  I  seek  some  friendly  shore, 

To  save  my  shatter'd  bark; 
But  rending  tempests  round  me  roar. 
Terrific,  deep  and  dark. 

3  Death  glares  in  his  most  awful  form, 

Before  my  sinful  heart, 
He  rides  upon  the  mingling  storm, 
And  shakes  his  quivYing  dart! 

4  When  sudden  as  the  billows  ride, 

In  robes  of  white  array'd, 
A  form  appear  d,  and  sweetly  cried — > 
"'TisI,  be  not  afraid!" 

5  Peace  to  my  rescu'd  soul  he  deign'd 

With  matchless  grace  to  give; 
And  bade  me,  tho'  with  guilt  thus  stam'd*. 
Repent,  believe  and  live. 

0  'Twas  Jesus  o'er  the  waters  came, 
And  sav'd  me  from  despair  ; 
That  I  in  heaven  might  praise  his  name. 
With  rescu'd  millions  there 


HYMN  BOOK.  217 

217.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Thunder. 

WHEN  a  black  overspreading  cloud 

Has  darken'd  all  the  air; 
And  peals  of  thunder  roaring  loud, 

Proclaim  the  tempest  near  ; 

Then  guilt  and  fear,  the  fruits  of  sin. 

The  sinner  oft  pursue; 
A  louder  storm  is  heard  within, 

And  conscience  thunders  too. 

3  The  law  a  fiery  language  speaks. 

His  danger  he  perceives; 

Like  Satan  who  his  ruin  seeks. 

He  trembles  and  believes. 

4  But  when  the  sky  serene  appears, 

And  thunders  roll  no  more; 
He  soon  forgets  his  vows  and  fears, 
Just  as  he  did  before. 

5  But  whither  shall  the  sinner  flee, 

When  nature's  mighty  frame, 
The  ponderous  earth,  and  air  and  sea. 
Shall  all  dissolve  in  flame? 

G  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  find  a  way 
To  touch  each  stubborn  heart; 
That  they  may  never  hear  thee  saj\ 
"  Ye  cursed  ones,  depart." 


218/219      AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

218.     L.  M.     Cowper. 

Temptation  compared  to  a  storm. 

1  THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide,  and  guard  me  through  the  storm  : 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say  "Peace,  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee  ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  ev'ry  shape  and  name, 
Attend  the  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-toss'd,  and  half  a  wreck. 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  ; 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  rain, 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

219.     C.  M.     Newton. 

The  storm — temptation  hushed. 

J    'TIS  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night 
Is  gone  with  all  its  fears! 
And  now  I  see  returning  light, 
The  Lord,  my  Sun.  appears. 


HYMN  BOOK.  220 

2  Ah!  Lord,  since  thou  didst  hide  thy  face. 
What  has  my  soul  endur'd? 
But  now  'tis  past,  I  feel  thy  grace, 
And  all  ray  wounds  are  curd. 

;>  Before  corruption,  guilt  and  fear, 
My  comforts  blasted,  fell ; 
And  unbelief  discover'd  near, 
The  dreadful  depths  of  hell.. 

4  But  Jesus  pity'd  my  distress, 

He  heard  my  feeble  cry ; 
Reveal'd  his  blood  and  righteousness, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

5  Lord,  since  thou  thus  hast  broke  my  bands, 

And  set  the  captive  free ; 
I  would  devote  my  tongue,  my  hands, 
My  heart,  my  all  to  thee. 

22S.     L.  M.     H.  K.  White. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  WHEN  marshalPd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky; 
One  star,  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  seaman's  wandering  eve. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 


221  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace ! 

0  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem ; 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem.. 


[  221a     7s.     Newton. 
Summer  Storms. 

1  THO'  the  morn  may  be  serene, 
Not  a  threat'ning  cloud  be  seen; 
Who  can  undertake  to  say 
'Twill  be  pleasant  all  the  day  ? 
Tempests  suddenly  may  rise, 
Darkness  overspread  the  skies  ! 
Lightnings  flash,  and  thunders  roar, 
Ere  a  short  liv'd  day  is  o'er. 

2  Often  thus  the  child  of  grace, 
Enters  on  his  Christian  race  ; 
Guilt  and  fear  are  overborne, 
'Tis  with  him  a  summer's  morn: 


HYMN  BOOK.  222 


Till  dark  clouds  his  sun  conceals. 
Till  temptation's  power  he  feels  ; 
Then  he  trembles  and  looks  pale, 
All  his  hopes  and  courage  fail. 

3  Try'd  believers  too  can  say, 
In  the  course  of  one  short  day, 
Tho'  the  morning  has  been  fair, 
Prov'd  a  golden  hour  of  pray'r; 
Sin  and  Satan  long  ere  night, 
Have  their  comforts  put  to  flight : 
Ah!  what  heartfelt  peace  and  joy. 
Unexpected  storms  destroy. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  call  us  soon 
To  thine  high  eternal  noon ; 
Never  there  shall  tempests  rise 
To  conceal  thee  from  our  eyes  ; 
Satan  shall  no  more  deceive, 
We  no  more  thy  Spirit  grieve  ; 
But  thro'  cloudless,  endless  days, 
Sound  to  golden  harps  thy  praise, 

222.     C.  M.     Cowper, 

Human  Frailty. 

1  WEAK  and  irresolute  is  man : 
The  purpose  of  to-day 
Woven  with  pains  into  his  plan, 
To-morrow  sends  away* 

s 


223  AMERICAN    SEAMAN^ 

2  The  bow  well  bent,  and  smart  the  spring, 
Vice  seems  already  slain  ; 
But  passion  rudely  snaps  the  string, 
And  it  revives  again. 


-> 


Some  foe  to  his  upright  intent, 

Finds  out  his  weaker  part ; 
Virtue  engages  his  assent, 

But  pleasure  wins  his  heart. 

4  'Tis  here  the  folly  of  the  wise, 

Through  all  his  art  we  view  ; 
And,  while  his  tongue  the  charge  denies, 
His  conscience  owns  it  true. 

5  Bound  on  a  voyage  of  awful  length, 

And  dangers  little  known, 

A  stranger  to  superior  strength, 

Man  vainly  trusts  his  own. 

6  But  oars  alone  can  ne'er  prevail, 

To  reach  the  distant  coast, 
The  breath  of  heav'n  must  fill  the  sail. 
Or  all  the  toil  is  lost. 

223.     S.  M.     Cowpcr. 
Dependence. 

1  TO  keep  the  lamp  alive, 
With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 
-Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive. 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 


HYMN  BOOK.  ~2  I 

The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 

Supplies  the  living  stream  ; 
It  is  not  at  our  own  command. 

But  still  deriv'd  from  him. 

Beware  of  Peter's  word, 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"  I  never  mil  deny  thee,  Lord,'* 

But  grant  I  never  may. 

Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak. 

Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  Kings. 

Than  all  your  works  beside. 

6  In  Jesus  is  our  store  ; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne; 
Whoever  says,  "I  want  no  more,'1 
Confesses  he  has  none. 

224H     C.  M.     Cowper, 

Submission  to  the  will  of  God. 

1   O  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign, 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  wilL 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine, 


225  AMERICAN    SEAMAIDS 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command. 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears. 

3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee ! 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through. 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way. 

Shall  I  resist  them  both? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush' d  before  the  moth ! 

0  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

225.     L.  M.     Dr.  S.  Stcnneu. 

The  Lord  God,  a  Sun.     Ps.  lxxxiv.  11. 

1  GREAT  God !  amid  the  darksome  night. 
Thy  glories  dart  upon  my  sight, 

Wliile,  wrapt  in  wonder,  I  behold 
The  silver  moon  and  stars  of  gold. 


HYMN    BOOK.  22(i 

2  But  when  I  see  the  sun  arise, 

And  pour  his  glories  o'er  the  skies, 
In  more  stupendous  forms  I  view, 
Thy  greatness  and  thy  goodness  too, 

3  In  ev'ry  work  thy  hands  have  made, 
Thy  pow'r  and  wisdom  are  display'd  : 
But  O !  what  glories  all  divine 

In  my  incarnate  Saviour  shine  ! 

4  He  is  my  Sun  :  beneath  his  wings 
My  soul  securely  sits  and  sings; 
And  there  enjoys,  like  those  above^ 
The  balmy  influence  of  thy  love. 

5  Oh,  may  the  vital  strength  and  heai, 
His  cheering  beams  communicate, 
Enable  me  my  course  to  run, 
With  the  same  vigour  as  the  sun. 

226.     C.   M.     Wesley. 

Sunshine  entreated. 

1  ETERNAL  sun  of  righteousness, 

Display  thy  beams  divine  ; 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face, 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

2  Light  in  thy  light.  O  may  I  see, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove, 
Reviv'd  and  cheer'd,  and  blest  by  thee. 
The  God  of  pardoning  love, 

S  2 


227  AMERICAN     SBAMAN*S 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between. 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd. 

4  That  all-comprising  peace  bestow , 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiv'n, 
The  joys  of  holiness  bestow, 
And  then  the  joys  ofheav'n. 

227*     C«  M.     Cowper. 

The  happy  change,  or  sunshine  enjoyed, 

1  HOW  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God, 

When  with  a  single  eye, 
He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  dayspring  from  on  high. 

2  Through  all  the  storms  that  veil  the  skie,s. 

And  frown  on  earthly  things, 
The  sun  of  righteousness  he  eyes, 
With  healing  in  his  wings. 

3  The  soul  a  dreary  province  once. 

Of  Satan's  dark  domain, 
Feels  a  new  empire  form'd  within, 
And  owns  a  heav'nly  reign. 

4  The  glorious  orb,  whose  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  control, 
Since  first  obedient  to  thy  worn, 
fife?  started  from  f  hp  gojjl* 


HYMN    BOOK.  228 

Has  cheer d  the  nations  with  the  joys 

His  orient  beams  impart; 
But,  Jesus,  'tis  thy  light  alone. 

Can  shine  upon  the  heart. 


228.     8-  8.  S.     Kippis 
Thanksgiving  for  national  prosperity. 

1  How  rich  thy  gifts,  Almighty  King  ! 
From  thee  our  public  blessings  spring  t 

The  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
The  treasures  liberty  bestows  ; 
The  eternal  joys  the  gospel  shows, 

All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 

2  Here  commerce  spreads  the  wealthy  store, 
Which  pours  from  every  foreign  shore  ; 

Science  and  art  their  charms  display  : 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raise, 
Our  voices  to  our  Maker's  praise, 

As  truth  and  conscience  point  the  way. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  and  joyful  tongue.-. 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs  ; 

Here  still  may  God  in  mercy  reign  : 
Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success. 
And  peace  and  joy  our  borders  bles^ 

And  all  our  sacred  rights  maintain 


229,230    American  seaman's 

229.     C.  M.     Newton. 
What  shall  I  render  ?  Ps.  cxvi.  12—13. 

\  FOR  mercies,  countless  as  the  sands, 
Which  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus,  my  Redeemer's  hands, 
My  soul,  what  can'st  thou  giver 

2  Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  him  forth  ? 
My  best  is  stain'd,  and  dy'd  with  sin. 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make. 

For  all  he  has  bestow'd  ; 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 

4  The  best  returns  for  one  like  me, 

So  wrretched  and  so  poor  ; 

Is  from  his  gifts  to  draw  a  plea, 

And  ask  him  still  for  more. 

5  I  cannot  serve  him  as  I  ought, 

No  works  have  I  to  boast ! 
Yet  wrould  I  glory  in  the  thought. 
That  I  shall  owe  him  most. 

230.     C.  M.     Walts. 

Thanks  for  deliverance. 

1  WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode. 
My  sonsrs  address  thv  throne, 


HYMN  BOOK.  231 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house. 

My  off'rings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight. 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care. 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

o  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain? 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

0  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now. 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

231.     L.  M.     Watts'  Sermons. 

Things  of  good  report j  or  choosing  the  company  of  the  righteous 

1  IS  it  a  thing  of  good  report, 

To  squander  life  and  time  away  ? 
To  cut  the  hours  of  duty  short, 

While  tovs  and  follies  waste  the  dav 


232  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

2  Doth  this  become  the  Christian  name. 
To  venture  near  the  tempter's  door* 
To  sort  with  men  of  evil  fame, 

And  yet  presume  to  stand  secure  : 

0  Am  I  my  own  sufficient  guard, 

While  I  expose  my  soul  to  shame  ? 
Can  the  short  joys  of  sin  reward 
The  lasting  blemish  of  my  name  : 

4  O  may  it  be  my  constant  choice, 

To  walk  with  men  of  grace  below. 
Till  I  arrive  where  heavenly  joys, 
And  never  fading  honours  grow. 

232.     L.  M.     Cowpcr. 

.  My  soul  thirsteth  for  G od.     Ps.  xlii.  2. 

1  I  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 

The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share  j 
Thy  wounds,  Emmanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things; 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross, 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

o  I  want  that  grace,  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows. 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 


HYMN   BOOK.  233 

4  Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown  ! 

No  longer  sink  below  the  brim  ; 
But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down, 
A  living  and  life-giving  stream! 

5  For  sure  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye; 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 

233.     C.  M.     Watts. 

(iod  the  Thunderer ;  or,  the  last  Judgment  and  Hell, 
Made  i  :  a  great  storm  of  thunder,  Aug.  1697. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts  ; 

And  thou,  O  earth,  adore: 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky  ; 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne; 
There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie. 
Till  vengeance  dart  them  down. 

3  His  nostrils  breathe  out  fiery  streams. 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  sovereign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day9 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad, 


234  AMERICAN 

5  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do; 

He  once  defied  the  Lord ! 
But  he  shall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now. 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  rolL 

To  blast  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beit  upon  his  naked  soul, 
In  one  eternal  storm. 


234.     L.  M.     W.  R- 


Reflections  on  a  thunder  storm. 

1  WHEN  lightnings  flash  and  thunders  roar. 

And  storms  and  tempests  rend  the  sky ; 

The  sinner  dreads  the  Thund'rer's  pow'r. 

And  fears  some  awful  vengeance  nigh. 

2  If  now  he  calls  his  sins  to  mind, 

And  conscience  stares  him  in  the  face. 
His  trembling  soul  is  half  inclined, 
To  own  his  need  of  pard'ning  grace. 

3  But  when  the  burning  blaze  is  o'er, 

And  the  tremendous  tempests  cease, 
The  thund'ring  voice  he  fears  no  more, 
Hush'd  with  the  boist'rous  storm  to  peace. 

4  Lord,  I  would  fear  thee  while  'tis  calm, 

And  the  horizon  bright  and  clear, 
When  no  dark  clouds  portend  a  storm, 
Nor  one  apparent  danger  near. 


HYMN    BOOK.  23i 

0  In  life's  most  cairn  and  blissful  hour, 
A  precious  Jesus  I'll  embrace  ; 
His  name,  his  truth,  his  pow'r  adore; 
When  least  I  seem  to  need  his  grace. 

6  Thy  love  be  my  supreme  desire, 
Long  as  I  draw  my  vital  breath ; 
Then  will  my  God  himself  be  near, 
In  the  devouring  storm  of  death. 


235.     S.  M.     Tract  Mag. 
11  J\Iy  times  are  in  thy  hand.11     Ps.  xxxi.   1J 

1  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

My  God  I  wish  them  there; 
My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul  I  leave, 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 

2  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,'' 

Whatever  they  may  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 

3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 
My  father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  "My  times  are  in  thy  hand/' 

Jesus  the  crucified ; 
The  hand  my  cruel  sins  had  piere'd, 
U  now  my  guard  and  guide. 
T 


236  AMERICAN  SEAMAV- 

5  "My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

Jesus  my  Advocate  ; 
Nor  shall  thy  hand  be  stretch'd  in  vain 
For  me  to  supplicate. 

6  "My  times  are  in  thy  hand/' 

I'll  always  trust  in  thee  ; 
And,  after  death  at  thy  right  hand 
I  shall  for  ever  be. 

236.     C.  M.     NewSelec. 
Tribulation,     John  xvi.  33. 

1  YE  that  would  after  Jesus  press. 

Should  fix  this  firm  and  sure  : 
That  tribulation,  more  or  less, 
You  must  and  shall  endure. 

2  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt  : 

'Tis  God's  own  wise  decree ; 
Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt. 
Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 

8  The  world  opposes  from  without, 
And  unbelief  within  : 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt 
And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 

4  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up  : 
And  then  how  proud  we  grow  ! 
Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop. 
And  down  we  sink  as  low. 


HYMN    ROOK.  1. 

5  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  preparer 

To  catch  the  wandering  heart ; 
And  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares, 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

6  But  let  not  all  this  terrify, 

Pursue  the  narrow  path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  steadfast  eye, 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

T  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong  ; 
His  promises  are  true ; 
We  shall  be  conq'rors  all  ere  long. 
And  more  than  conq'rors  too. 

237«     L.  M.     Newton; 

Trust  in  God. 

1  THAT  man  no  guards  or  weapons  needs, 

Whose  heart  the  blood  of  Jesus  knows  : 
But  safe  may  pass,  if  duty  leads, 

Thro'  burning  sands  or  mountain  snows 

2  Releas'd  from  guilt,  he  feels  no  fear  ; 

Redemption  is  his  shield  and  tow'r : 
He  sees  his  Saviour  always  near, 
To  help  in  ev'ry  trying  hour. 

3  Though  I  am  weak  and  Satan  strong. 

And  often  to  assault  me  tries ; 
When  Jesus  is  my  shield  and  song, 
Aba«h'd  the  wolf  hpfor^  me  flie? 


238  AMERICAN    SEAMAN^ 

4  His  love  possessing,  I  am  blest, 

Secure  whatever  change  may  come  ; 
Whether  I  go  to  east  or  west, 

With  him  I  still  shall  be  at  home. 

5  If  plac'd  beneath  the  northern  pole, 

Though  winter  reigns  with  rigour  there : 
His  gracious  beams  would  cheer  my  soul, 
And  make  a  spring  throughout  the  year. 

6  Or  if  the  desert's  sunburnt  soil, 

My  lonely  dwelling  e'er  should  prove; 
His  presence  would  support  my  toil, 
Whose  smile  is  life,  whose  voice  is  love., 

238.     Us.     Newton. 
I  will  trust  and  not  be  afraid.     Is.  xii.  2, 

1  BEGONE  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear. 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform. 
With   Christ    in    the   vessel,    I  smile     at   the 
storm. 

2  Though   dark  be  my  way,    since  he  is   my 

guide, 
Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide  ; 
Though    cisterns  be  broken,   and  creatures  all 

fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken,  shall  surely  prevail. 

8  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think* 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink  •„ 


HYMN    BOOK.  ZOO 

Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to   help  me  quite 
through. 

4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watclrd  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave  I  sported  with  death : 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust    in   hh 

name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me,   to  put  me   to 
shame? 

5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distresV. 
Temptation  or  pain?  He  told  me  no  less: 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through   much  tribulation,   must  follow   their 

Lord. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup,  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up,   that  sinners  might 

live! 
His  way  was  much   rougher,   and  darkerthmi 

mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine? 


7   Since  all  that  I  meet,  shall   work  for   m\ 

good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food  ; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long, 
And  then,    Oh  !  how  pleasant  the    conqueror's 

^one ! 

T  2 


259  AMERICAN    ri£AMA,NV3 

239.     148th.     De  Comv.y 

The  Christian's  spiritual  voyage, 

1  JESUS,  at  thy  command 

I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep: 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heav'n  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word : 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  pow'r. 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Through  all  my  passage  lie  ; 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye  : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boist'rows  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest: 
My  soul  thy  sails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
Oh  may  1  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more* 


HYMN  HOOK.  24(> 

9  Whenever  becalm'd  I  lie, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss; 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord!  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss! 
For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread 
Than  billows  bursting  o'er  my  head, 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace, 
Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heav'n  my  destin'd  place  ! 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


240.     CM.    R.  L- 


Voyage  to  Canaan.     Gen.  xii.   5. 

1  BLEST  are  the  happy  souls  who  prove 

The  gift  of  saving  grace  ; 
They  triumph  in  redeeming  love, 
While  onward  still  they  press. 

2  Thro'  aid  divine  they've  chose  the  coursef 

That  leads  to  Canaan's  shore, 
'Where  love  and  joy  for  ever  flow, 
And  fears  distress  no  more. 

3  What  tho'  their  passage  here  below 

Is  full  of  grief  and  pain, 
To  Zion's  holy  mount  they  go, 
With  Jesus  there  to  reicrn. 


241  AMERICAN    SEAMAN?fl 

4  His  promise  ever  is  the  same; 
He  is  a  God  of  love  : 
And  they  shall  shortly  praise  his  name. 
In  Salem's  courts  above. 

6  O  happy  men,  who  thus  are  kept 
By  his  Almighty  pow'r  ! 
They  safely  will  be  landed  there. 
On  heaven's  eternal  shore. 


241.     C.  M.     Newton. 
Paul's  voyage.     Acts  xxvii. 

1  IF  Paul  in  Caesar's  court  must  stand. 

He  need  not  fear  the  sea; 
Secur'd  from  harm  on  ev'ry  hand 
By  the  divine  decree. 

2  Although  the  ship  in  which  hesaiPd, 

By  dreadful  storms  was  tost; 
The  promise  overall  prevailed, 
And  not  a  life  was  lost. 

3  Jesus!  the  God  whom  Paul  adorYi, 

Who  saves  in  time  of  need  ; 
Was  then  confess5 d  by  all  on  board. 
A  present  help  indeed ! 

4  Believers  thus  are  toss'd  about, 

On  life's  tempestuous  main  ; 
But  grace  assures  beyond  a  doubt. 
They  shall  their  port  attain. 


HYMN    BOOK.  24v& 

5  They  must,  they  shall  one  day  appear 
Before  their  Saviour's  throne; 
The  storms  they  meet  with  by  the  w  av, 
But  make  his  power  known. 

G  Their  passage  lies  across  the  brink 
Of  many  a  threat'ning  wave  ; 
The  world  expects  to  see  them  sink, 
But  Jesus  lives  to  save. 

7  Lord,  tho'  we  are  but  feeble  worms* 
Yet  since  thy  word  is  past, 
We'll  venture  through  a  thousand  storms, 
To  see  thy  face  at  last* 


242.    7.  6.  7.  6.    7.  7.  7.  &    Newton 

Warning. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  thinfc* 

Before  you  farther  go ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 
Once  again,  I  charge  you  stop  5 

For,  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware,  you'll  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake ! 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  will  his  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes! 


243  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day. 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim. 
And'  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

3  Pale-fac'd  death  will  quickly  come. 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  : 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd. 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud. 

And  what  can  you  reply? 

4  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope. 

You  may  his  mercy  know  : 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow  : 
*Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come; 
None  who  come  shall  be  deny'd. 

He  says,  "  There  still  is  room." 


243-     U  ftl.     Carbanlti. 

The  Christian  warfare. 

1   AWAKE,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  ri9e 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host; 
Awake  my  sonl  or  thou  art  lost; 


HYMN    BOOK.  244 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground  : 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all ;  guard  every  part, 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  Come  then,  my  soul !  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield; 
Put  on  thy  armour  from  above 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

5  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell ; 
The  man  of  Calvary  triumph'd  here; 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear. 

244.     P-  M.    Watts'  Lyric* 

The  comparison  and  complaint. 

1  INFINITE  power,  eternal  Lord, 
How  sovereign  is  thy  hand  ! 
All  nature  rose  V  obey  thy  word, 
And  moves  at  thy  command. 

1  With  steady  course  thy  shining  sun, 
Keeps  his  appointed  way  : 
And  all  the  hours  obedient  run. 
The  circles  of  the  dav. 


245  AMERICAN    SEAMAN^ 

3  But  ah !  how  wide  my  spirit  flies, 

And  wanders  from  her  God  ! 
My  soul  forgets  the  heavenly  prize, 
And  treads  the  downward  road. 

4  Great  God,  create  my  soul  anew, 

Conform  my  heart  to  thine, 
Melt  down  my  will,  and  let  it  flow, 
And  take  the  mould  divine. 

5  Then  shall  my  feet  no  more  depart, 

Nor  wandering  senses  rove ; 
Devotion  shall  be  all  my  heart, 
And  all  my  passions  love. 

245.     C.  M,     Watts'  Lyrics. 
A  song  to  creating  wisdom. 

1  ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise, 

Thee  the  creation  sings ! 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks  hills  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
'f  ing'd  with  the  blue  of  heav'nly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

o  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 
And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies  and  seas,  and  solid  ground. 
With  terror  and  delicht. 


HYMN    BOOK.  246 

4  Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  world  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

5  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face, 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 


246-     C.  M.     Newton. 
Waiting  at  Wisdom's  gates.     Prov.  viii.  34,  35. 

1  ENSNAR'D  too  long  my  heart  has  been, 

In  folly's  hurtful  ways  ; 
Ah  !  may  I  now,  at  length,  begin 
To  hear  what  wisdom  says! 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  from  the  mercy-seat, 

Invites  me  to  his  rest ; 
He  calls  poor  sinners  to  his  feet, 
To  make  them  truly  blest. 

3  Approach  my  soul  to  wisdom's  gate, 

While  it  is  call'd  to-day ; 
No  one  that  watches  there  and  waits, 
Shall  e'er  be  turn'd  away. 

4  He  will  not  let  me  seek  in  vain, 

For  all  who  trust  his  word, 
Shall  everlasting  life  obtain, 
Yud  favour  from  the  Lord. 
U 


247  AMERICAN  S£AMAN?S 

5  Lord,  I  have  hated  thee  too  long, 

And  dar'd  thee  to  thy  face; 
I've  done  my  soul  exceeding  wrong. 
In  slighting  all  thy  grace. 

6  Now  I  would  break  my  league  with  death. 

And  live  to  thee  alone  ; 

0  let  thy  Spirit's  seal  of  faith, 

Secure  me  for  thine  own. 


24l7a     L.  M.     Ap.  Rippon's  Selec. 
The  care  of  the  soul  the  one  thing  needful.     Luke  x.  42, 

1  WHY  will  you  lavish  out  your  years, 
Amidst  a  thousand  trifling  cares  ? 
While  in  this  various  range  of  thought. 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Why  will  ye  chase  the  fleeting  wind? 
And  famish  an  immortal  mind ; 
While  angels  with  regret  look  down, 
To  see  you  spurn  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

3  Th'  eternal  God  calls  from  above, 
And  Jesus  pleads  his  bleeding  love  ; 
Awaken'd  conscience  gives  you  pain, 
And  shall  they  join  their  pleas  in  vain  r 

4  Not  so  your  dying  eyes  shall  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ! 
Not  so  shall  heav'n  and  hell  appear. 
When  the  decisive  hour  is  near. 


HYMN    BOOK.  248,249 

5  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  impart, 
To  fix  convictions  on  the  heart ; 
Thy  pow'r  unveils  the  blindest  eyes, 
And  makes  the  haughtiest  scorner  wise. 

248a     C,  M.     Rippon?s  Selection. 

The  whole  xcorld  no  compensation  for  the  loss  of  the  soul. 
Mark  viii.  36. 

1  LORD,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross, 

With  solid  good  for  show  ? 
Outlive  our  bli^s,  and  mourn  our  loss 
In  everlasting  wo  ? 

2  Let  us  not  lose  the  living  God, 

For  one  short  dream  of  joy  ; 
With  fond  embrace  cling  to  a  clod, 
And  fling  all  heav'n  awTay. 

3  Vain  world  thy  weak  attempts  forbear: 

We  all  thy  charms  defy; 
And  rate  our  precious  souls  too  dear. 
For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 

249.     L.  M.     (1st  part)     A.  Z . 

Far  eve  ell  to  the  world. 

1  VAIN  world  withdraw  thy  glitt'ring  snares, 
Xor  longer  tempt  my  eyes  or  ears; 

Thy  boasted  joys  are  base  and  vain, 
A  prelude  to  eternal  pain. 

2  Thy  pleasures  cannot  bless  my  mind  : 
Thy  gifts  are  not  enough  refin'd  ; 
My  spirit  wants  superior  good, 
Which  onlv  can  be  found  in  God, 


249  AMERICAN    SEAMAN'S 

3  I  bid  thee,  once  for  all,  adieu  ; 
Sublimer  pleasures  I  pursue, 
Which  everlastingly  arise; 

On  which  I  feast  my  longing  eyes. 

4  Pleasures  which  time  can  ne'er  destroy. 
Nor  in  th'  enjoyment  ever  cloy; 

But  endless  years  abide  the  same, 
For  Jesus  feeds  the  sacred  flame. 

5  Jesus,  display  thy  heav'nly  charms, 
And  take  me  to  thy  loving  arms; 
O  may  my  soul  thy  beauties  see, 
And  be  completely  blest  in  thee. 

249.     L.  M.  (2d  part)    Watts. 

Parting  with  carnal  joys. 

1  I   SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away: 
Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

%  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas. 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 


IliMN    BOOK.  250 

I   Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes : 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

5  There  from  the  bosom  of  my  God 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  mv  soul. 


250.    C.  M.    z . 

A  lost  world.     2  Pet.  ii.  5. 

1  A  SHIPWRECK'D  world  bestrew  the  shores 

Of  vast  eternity, 
While  Sinai's  thund'ring  tempest  roars. 
Man's  endless  destiny. 

2  Wreck'd  in  the  storm  which  sin  had  rais'd. 

The  whole  creation  groans, 
While  fiery  hills  their  lightnings  blaze, 
'Mid  nature's  dying  moans. 

3  But  grace — what  wonders  grace  has  done! 

Sinners  be  not  afraid ; 
God  lov'd  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 
And  Christ  the  storm  allay'd* 

4  The  rage  of  heav'n  and  hell  he  bore, 

And  died  a  world  to  save, 
Triumphant  reached  yon  blissful  shore. 
Nor  left  an  anecrv  wave. 


251  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

5  Here's  refuge  from  the  stormy  blast, 
To  Christ  let  seamen  steer ; 
On  him  be  my  soul's  anchor  cast, 
Millions  have  harbour' d  here. 


251.     L    M.     Davies. 

Wreck  of  nature.     Is.  xxiv.  IS — 20. 

1  HOW  great,  how  terrible  that  God 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod  ? 

He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  O  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck? 
Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown? 
See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down  ! 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry  ; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
For  ever — O  !  for  ever  lost. 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene; 
Your  Saviour  lives,  though  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend; 
Thou  cansH  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 


HYMN  BOOK.  252,  253 


252.     C.  M.     Newton. 

1  WE  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies. 

In  everlasting  day  ; 
Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies^ 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

2  The  swelling  flood,  and  raging  flame. 

Hear  and  obey  his  word; 
Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  name, 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 


353.    c.  m.   w.  a- 


Affections  set  on  high.    Colossians  iii.  1 — 4. 

1  BORN  from  above,  the  soul  aspires 

To  realms  of  endless  day; 
His  noblest  passions  and  desires 
On  earth  disdain  to  stay. 

2  He  lives  above  whilst  here  below ; 

In  Christ  hi?  life  is  hid; 
And  endless  pleasure  he  shall  know. 
For  Jesus  so  hath  said. 

3  At  last  with  Christ  he  shall  appear, 

And  be  with  glory  crowivd : 
IN  or  death,  nor  hell,  he,need  not  feavr 
Whilst  he  in  Christ  is  found, 


254,  255      American  seaman's 
254.    L.  M.    Watts. 

At  dismission. 

1  BLESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 

To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joys  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 

From  whose  dear  wounded  body  roll? 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  the  sacred  Spirit  praise, 

Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  wo, 
Makes  living  springs  of  grace  arise. 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 

That  sea  of  life,  and  love  unknown, 

Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 

255.     L.  M.     H.  K.  White. 

JJt  parting. 

1  CHRISTIAN  brethren!  ere  we  part, 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart ; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 
And  there,  released  from  toil  and  pain. 
Rmthren.  we  shall  meet  acnin. 


HYAIJS  BOOK.  256,257 

3  Now  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 
Be  eternal  glory  done; 
Raise,  ye  saints,  the  sound  again, 
Ye  nations,  join  the  loud  Amen. 


25Sr     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selec. 

Ji  propitious  gale  longed  for. 

1  AT  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry,  ''  Sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  way  ! 

2  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ; 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious  gale."'" 

S57„     C.  M.     Miss  Harrison, 

1  TO  Him  that  brought  salvation  nigh. 

Let  praise  incessant  rise  ; 
Raise,  saints,  your  hallelujahs  high, 
Above  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Praise  God,  from  whence  your  comforts  flow. 

Sing  your  Redeemer's  love; 
Praise  the  eternal  Spirit  too, 
Who  taiiprht  vou  from  above 


258,259    AMERICAN    seaman's 

258.     S.  M.     MissHarrisoi;. 

1  SALVATION'S  work  is  done, 

The  law  is  all  obey'd  ; 
To  God  the  Father — God  the  Son 
Be  endless  honours  paid. 

2  All  glory  to  his  name, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  repeat  the  same. 
He  bled  aud  died  for  me. 

259.    7s.     Rippon's  Sclec. 

Pleasures  of  Religion. 

1  'TIS  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live  ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity  ! 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

260.     L.  M.     Watts. 
Baptism.     Matth.  xxxviii.  19.     Acts  ii.  33. 

'TWAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

"  Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize. 
The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word. 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 


HYMN    BOOK.  261 

2  He  sits  upon  the  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands. 
And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  the  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 

3  "  Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd,'5  he  saith, 

"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins ; 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  his  Gospel  means. 

4  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 

And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 
In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 


261.     L.  M.     Watts. 
Believers  buried  with  Christ  in  Baptism.    Rom.  \i.  3,  &c. 

1  DO  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord ; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin? 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death  : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 


262,263    AMERICAN   seaman's 

3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

262a     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selec. 
The  Administrator. 

1  "  GO  teach  the  nations  and  baptize," 
Aloud  the  ascending  Jesus  cries : 
His  glad  apostles  took  the  word, 

And  round  the  nations  preach'd  their  Lord. 

2  Commissioned  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 

These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 

3  Lord,  in  thy  house  they  seek  thy  face, 
O  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace  : 
Refresh  their  souls  with  love  divine, 
Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine* 

263a     C.  M.     James  Newton. 
After  Baptism.    Mark  xvi.  16. 

1  "PROCLAIM,"  saith    Christ,  "my    won- 

d'rous  grace 
To  all  the  sons  of  men ; 
He  that  believes,  and  is  baptiz'd, 
Salvation  shall  obtain." 

2  Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those 

Who,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
This  day  have  publicly  declared, 
That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 


HYMN    BOOK.  264 

3  With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 
And  run  the  Christian  race  ; 
And  through  the  troubles  of  the  way; 
Find  all-sufficient  grace. 

264.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

A  practical  improvement  of  Baptism.    Col.  iii.  1. 

1  ATTEND,  ye  children  of  your  God  ; 

"Ye  heirs  of  glory  hear ; 
For  accents  so  divine  as  these, 
Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

2  Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  to  sin  must  die ; 
With  Christ,  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

3  There  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits, 

Enthron'd  divinely  fair ; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 
And  your  forerunner  there. 

4  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 
Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

5  But  earth  and  sin  will  drag  us  down, 

When  we  attempt  to  fly ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong  attractive  pow*r 
To  raise  and  fix  us  high. 
X 


265  AMERICAN     SEAMAN'S 

265.     C.  M.     Watts. 

Faith  assisted  by  sense ;  or,  Preaching,  Baptism,  and  the  Lord's 
Supper. 

1  MY  Saviour  God,  my  Sov'reign  Prince, 

Reigns  far  above  the  skies  ; 
But  brings  his  graces  down  to  sense, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rise. 

2  My  eyes  and  ears  shall  bless  his  name, 

They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 
My  touch  and  taste  shall  do  the  same, 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptismal  water  is  design'd 

To  seal  his  cleansing  grace, 
While  at  his  feast  of  bread  and  wine. 
He  gives  his  saints  a  place. 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 

Can  make  my  flesh  so  clean, 
As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  blood, 
He'll  wash  my  soul  from  sin. 

5  Not  choicest  meats  or  noblest  wines 

So  much  my  heart  refresh 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  signs. 
And  feeds  upon  his  flesh. 

0  I  love  the  Lord,  who  stoops  so  low 
To  give  his  word  a  seal : 
But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  bestow 
Exceeds  the  figures  still, 


HYMN  BOOK.  266,  267 

266.  L.  M.     Watts. 

The  Lord's  Supper  instituted.     1  Cor.  xi.  23. 

'TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray 'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd  and  brake ; 
W7hat  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food;'5 
Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine  ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood. 

4  Do  this  (he  cried)  till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord."' 

5  [Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb.] 

267.  S.  M.     Watts. 
Communion  with  Christ  and  his  saints.    1  Cor.  x.  16,  17, 

1    [JESUS  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 


268  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

2  For  food  he  gave  his  flesh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood ; 
Amazing  favour,  matchless  grace, 
Of  our  descending  God ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'rest  in  his  death.] 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  several  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  sev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

G  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raise  : 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mindr 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

268.     C.  M.     Watts. 
The  agonies  of  Christ. 

1  NOW  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot, 
Our  hearts  no  more  repine ; 
Our  sufFrings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 


HYMN  BOOK.  269 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  see 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  Love  ; 
Each  of  us  hopes  he  died  for  me, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

3  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rise. 

While  sitting  round  his  board; 
And  back  to  Calvary  she  flies, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  soul  what  agonies  it  felt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew ! 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  : 
Dying,  he  conquer'd  hell  and  sin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there. 

6  Grace,  wisdom,  justice,  join'd,  and  wrought, 

The  wonders  of  that  day; 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  should  sound  like  those  above, 

Could  we  our  voices  raise  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  shall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praise. 

269.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Cflory  in  the  Cross ;  or,  not  ashamed  of  Christ  crucified, 

1  AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 
Tby  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 
X  s 


270  AMERICAN    SEAMAN?S 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  thy  cause; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

270.     L.  M.     Beddome. 

Holy  admiration  and  joy. 

1  JESUS,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes, 
Beholds  thy  wondrous  sacrifice, 
Love  rises  to  an  ardent  flame, 
And  we  all  other  hope  disclaim. 

2  With  cold  affections,  who  can  see 

The  thorns,  the  scourge,  the  nails,  thetree, 
Thy  flowing  tears,  and  purple  sweat, 
Thy  bleeding  hands,  and  head,  and  feet? 

o  Look,  saints,  into  his  opening  side; 

The  breach  how  large,  how  deep,  how  widef 
Thence  issues  forth  a  double  flood 
Of  cleansing  water,  pard'ninc:  blood. 


HYMN  BOOK,  "  271 

4  Hence,  O  my  soul,  a  balsam  flows 

To  heal  thy  wounds,  and  cure  thy  woes  ; 
Immortal  joys  come  streaming  down, 
Joys,  like  his  griefs,  immense,  unknown. 

5  Thus  I  could  ever,  ever  sing 

The  sufferings  of  my  heavenly  King; 
With  growing  pleasures  spread  abroad 
The  mysteries  of  a  dying  God. 

271.     C.  M.     Dr.  J.  Stennett, 

For  the  Lord's  Table. 

I   LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place  ; 

2  I  that  am  all  defil'd  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God ; 
I  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  "Eat,  O  my  friends,"  the  Saviour  cries, 

"  The  feast  was  made  for  you ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumph-d  too." 


272  AMERICAN  SEAMAIDS 

5  With  trembling  faith  and  bleeding  hearty 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  : 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had  ; 
What  will  it  be  above? 

6  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaver?. 

Join  all  your  praising  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

7  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord? 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee : 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

272.     C  M.     Dr.  S.  Stennet. 

My  flesh  is  meat  indeed.    Jclin  vi.   53 — 55- 

1  HERE,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 

To  feed  on  food  divine : 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies  : 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  The  bitter  torments  he  endurd 

Upon  the  shameful  cross, 
For  us,  his  welcome  guests,  procur'd 
These  heart-reviviugjoys. 


HYMN  BOOK,  273 

4  His  body  torn  with  rudest  hands 

Becomes  the  finest  bread  : 
And,  with  the  blessing  he  commands, 
Our  noblest  hopes  are  fed. 

5  His  blood  that  from  each  op'ning  vein 

In  purple  torrents  ran ; 
Hath  filPd  this  cup  with  gen'rous  wine. 
That  cheers  both  God  and  man. 

"j  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 
Dear  Saviour,  so  divine ! 
Well  thou  mayst  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

7  Yes,  thou  shalt  surely  have  my  heart. 
My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all. 
With  life  itself  I'll  freely  part, 
My  Jesus,  at  thy  call. 

273.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Communion  with  Christ  at  his  Table. 

1  TO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

(Dear  name,  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd!) 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 


274  AMERICAN  SEAMAN'S 

3  Yet  while  around  his  board  we  meet. 
And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet; 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love! 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wond'rous  love  displayed, 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins. 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

5  Let  humble  penitential  wo, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish,  flow  : 
And  thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

274-     C.  M.     Doddridge. 
Room  at  the  Gospel  Feast.     Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  THE  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads. 

And  dainties  crown  the  board  ; 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life,  are  given ; 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesns  shed 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  stray'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come ; 
Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room- 


HYMN  BOOK.  275 

4  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here ; 
And  millions  more  still  on  the  way 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  things  are  ready;  come  away. 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

275-     C.  M.     Steele. 

The  wanders  of  Redemption. 

1  AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  worms  might  rise  ! 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high, 
(Surprising  mercy !  love  unknown  !) 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffer' d  in  his  stead; 

For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace!) 

For  man  the  Saviour  bled ' 


275       am.  seaman's  hymn  book. 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 

In  thy  atoning  blood ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell* 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends, 

To  love  so  full,  so  free ; 
And  may  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  power  to  me ! 

6  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favours  so  divine  ? 
O  take  my  all — this  worthless  heart. 
And  make  it  only  thine. 


DOXO&OGXSS, 

L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

C.  M. 
Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd," 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known. 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

S.  M. 
Give  to  the  Father  praise, 

Give  glory  to  the  Son  ; 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  gr%cr, 

Be  equal  honours  done. 


SU3ISCTS 


3  T  1€  n  s5 

ALPHABETICALLY  ARRANGED, 


Hymn  and  Page  Hymn  an d  Pagt 

A  :  Choosing  the  company  of  good 

ALL'S  WELL,  or  gracious  men  231 

dealings  1    Choosing  the  better  part       15 

Anchor,  hope  110,  CHRIST,   offices  and  charac- 

Lyingat  256,      ters  of 

Answer  to  the  great  question  2 :  All  in  all  116, 16,  17 

Approaching  to  God,  or  the 

effort  3 

Ark,  Noah  saved  in,  and  Christ 


the  believer's         40,  125,  4 
Asking  the  way,  or  course  to 
Zion  5 

For  blessings  6 

B 
BACKSLIDER  returning 

134,7 

Banner  or  flag  18 

Baptism,  hymns  on  260 — 265 

Bethel  Union  8 

Bethlehem  Star  of,  220 

Bethesda,  pool  of  160 

Bible  shows  the  way  9 

Its  various  uses  10 

Excellency  of  11 

A  chart  and  love  to  it        12 

Broad  and  narrow  way,  and 

almost  Christian  40,  13 

C 

CALL  to  the  Lord's  children  14 


A  Banner 

Bright  and  morning  star  19 

Captain  of  salvation 

117,  77 
Characters  of  20 

Freedom  by  him  2 1 

Friend  88,  89,  22 

Gift  of  God  23 

Harbour  or  hiding  place, 

see  Refuge  201, 175— 17S 
Head  of  his  people  24 

Incarnation  of  25 

Lamb  of  God  26 

Life  of  the  soul  27 

Light  of  his  people  28 

Messenger  of  the  cove- 
nant 112 
Morning  hymn  to  29 
One  thing  needful      247,  30 
Physician  of  the  soul 

31—33 
Pilot,  218,34,35 

Redeemer,  his  me  s"sage     '36 


278 


INDEX. 


Hymn  and  Page 
Christ  the  Rock  37 

Security  of  38 

Transfiguration  of  39 

Way  or  gate  40 

Comforts,  true  and  false  41 
Complaining  of  inconstancy  42 
Compass  12S 

Confession  and  pardon  43 

Contentment,  (see  submis- 
sion) 224,  238,  44 
Casting  our  care  on  God, 

or,  the  Lord  will  provide    45 
Conversion,  praise  for  46 

A  new  state  and  of  God    47 
Cross,  looking  at  the  131 

Bearing  the  202 

D 
DARKNESS  desiring  de- 
liverance from  (1st  p.)      48 
Day-breaking,  or  the  light 

shining  (2d  p.)  48 

Death  49—56 

And  eternity  52 

Near  53 

Against  the  fear  of  54 

Wishing  to  die  well  55 

Gain  56 

Debtor,  the  happy  57 

Dedication  to  God  58 

Entire  59 

Deliverance  from  storms  60,61 

(See  Preservation)  168.  169 

Deluge,  see  Ark  4 

Delight  in  God  62 

Despair  prevented  63 

Difficulties  surmounted         64 

T)ismission,  hymns  for 

252—258 
Doxologies  275 

E 
ENCOURAGEMENT  un- 
der dejection  65 


Hymn  and  Page 

In  hope  of  rest,  180 

Eternity  52 

Eternal  things  66 

Evening  hymn  67 

F 
FAITH,     difference     be- 
tween living  and  dead       6S 
Its  power  69,  70 

Praise  for  it  71 

Its  review  and  expecta- 
tion 72 
A  support  to  the  Chris- 
tian mariner  73 
Little  faith   chided   and 

encouraged  74 

Shipwreck,  concerning  it  75 
Soundings  of,  on  going 

into  port  76 

Submitting  to  the  com- 
mand 77 
False  land  78 
Fall,  its  effects  lamented  79 
Forgiveness  80 
Fortitude,     and    remedies 

against  fear      81,82,83,84 
Fortitude  and  zeal  85 

Forms  vain  without  reli- 
gion 86 
Fountain  of  Christ's  blood  87 
Forget  him  not  88 
Freedom  by  Christ  21 
Friend                       22,  88,  89 

G 
GALE  longed  for  256 

Gales  astern  65,  90 

God,  the  author  of  consola- 
tion 91 
His      creating    wisdom 

praised  245,'247 

Eternity  of  92 

His  dominion  over  the 
Ksea  93 


INDEX. 


279 


Hymn  and  Page 
Glory  in  creation    and 

grace  94 

Goodness  of  95 

Grace  and  providence        96 
Omnipresence  97, 93 

Providence  universal         99 
Mysterious  172 

Reasoning  with  men       100 
Ready  to    forgive,     see 

despair  prevented  63 

Sun,  see  sun  225 

Will   own  his  saints  in 

judgment  101 

Gospel,  a  feast  124 

A  net  146,  147 

Grace,  a  throne  of  102 

Renewing,  see  new  birth 

148—150 
And  sovereignty  103 

See  also      212,  72, 94—96 
H 
HARBOUR,      or     hiding 

place,  see  Refuge   174—178 
Heaven  ahead,  or  heavenly 

joy  on  earth  104 

Heart  of  stone  105,106 

A  new    one,    see  new 
birth  148—150 

Helmsman,  Christ  a  faith- 
ful one,  see  Pilot  24 
"Hinder me  not"  64 
Holding  on  in  a  storm        107 
Hope               do         218,  103 
In  darkness                      109 
An  anchor  to  the  soul, 

(1st  part)  110 

In  the  covenant  (2d  p. )   110 
Christ  the  sailor's  111 

Set  before  us  (1st  p.)         48 
United  with  penitence     1 57 
J 
JESUS  appearing  for  our 

salvation  112 


Hymn  and  Page 
Better  than  all  our  fears  llli 
Demanding    admittance 

to  the  heart  114 

Life  by  his  death  115 

His    name    sweet,   and 
precious  to  believers 

116,  117,  118 
Not  ashamed  of  him  119 
Not  forgetting  him  88 

Receiving  the   soul  into 
the  harbour  of  rest       120 
I 
Improvement  of  opportuni- 
ty afforded  121 
Inconstancy                   244>  42 
Invitation  of  the  Saviour 

193,  131,  122,  123 

To  the  gospel  feast,  274, 124 

To  the  weary  and  heavy 

laden,  182,  125,  126 

K 

KNOWLEDGE  imperfect  170 

L 
LAND  false  78 

Life,  improvement  of         121 
From  Jesus'  death  115 

The  life    of    the    soul, 
Christ  27,  253 

Light  shining,  (2d  p.)  48 

Lion   tamed,   or  rebellion 

overcome  127 

Loadstone,  or  compass  tra- 
versing 128 
Long-suffering,    and  pa- 
tience of  God                  129 
Lord,  my  portion                130 
Portion  above                  161 
Will  provide  4a 
"  Look  unto  me,  and  be  ye 

saved''  131 

Looking  at  the  cross  13-2 

Longing  to  be  with  Christ  133 
Lord's  Supper  265 — 275 


2tfO 


INDEX. 


Hymn  and  Page 
Pardoning  love  134 

Love  to  God  135 

M 
MARINER,  the  heavenly  136 

Supported  by  faith  73 

His  song  239,  137,  138 

Meditation  at  sea  139 

Meeting      a    countryman 
from  home  140 

Of  christian  friends         141 
Meekness  142 

Message  of  the  Redeemer 

112,  36 
Middle  watch,  singing  in  143 
Moon,  on  an  eclipse  of         144 

Light  of  145 

Morning  hymn  to  Christ      29 

N 
NET,  the  gospel         146, 147 
New  birth  148—152 

0 
OLD  things  passed  away, 
see  conversion  and  new 
birth,  46,  47,  148—152 

One  thing  needful 

15,  30,  247 
P 
PARTING    with     earthly 
joys,  see  world  249 

With  christian  friends 

255,  151, 152 
Pardon,  see  love  and  for- 
giveness, 100,134,80 
Pearl  of  great  price  182,  153 
Penitence  and  hope  154,157 
Perseverance,  or  not  giving 

up  the  ship  158 

Physician  of  the  soul,  see 
Christ  31—33 


Hymn  and  Pagt 
Pilot  239,  218,  34,  35 

Pleading  with   God   under 

distress  159 

Pleasures  of  religion  259 

Pool  of  Bethesda  160 

Portion,  mine  is  above         16 1 
The  Lord  my  130 

Prayer   for  guidance    and 
protection  162 

Encouragement  and  ex- 
hortation to  163 

Meetings  67, 164—167 

Praise  for  faith  71 

For  the  Incarnation  25 

To  the  Redeemer      269,36 
Preservation,  see   Deliver- 
ance        137, 138,  168,  169 
Providence  and  grace     45,  96 

Universal  97, 99 

Mysterious  170 

Confidence  inspired  by 
it  45, 238 

Q 
QUESTION,  the  great  one 

answered  2 

R 
Redeemer's  message  36 

Praise  to  him  171 

Redemption,  praise  for        172 

Wonders  of  173 

Refuge,   harbour  or  hiding 

place       201,205,  174—178 
Repentance     commanded, 

see  Penitence  53,  179 

Rest  in  heaven  252,  180 

In  the   Ark,  see   Invita- 
tion 125 
Resurrection  and  the  life, 

Christ  the  27 

Retirement  181 

Riches  spiritual  182 


INDEX. 


281 


Hymn  and  Page 
S 

SABBATH   without   end, 

(for  the  Lord's  day)         183 
Salvation,  plan  of  184 

By  Christ  117 

Desiring  to   be    visited 

with  185 

Bv  grace  1S6, 187 

Happy  in  it  188 

Neglect  of  it  ruinous      189 

Scriptures,  see  Bible       9 — 12 

Sea,  its  calm  deceitful         190 

Compared  to  the  world   191 

God's  dominion  over  it      93 

Meditation  at  139 

Seamen's  Bethel  Union  8 

Seamen  called  on  to  praise 

192,  193 
Coming  to  Christ  194 

Directed  to  Christ  their 

friend  22, 89 

Hope  for  them  195 

Sinking    the     songs   of 

Zion  196 

Leaning  on  Christ's  bo- 
som 197 
With  him  in  the  garden  198 
With  him  in  the  mount     39 
Self-acquaintance  199 
Self-denial,  or  bearing  the 

cross  200 

Ship  driven  from  her  moor- 
ings 201 
Shipwrecks    and    storms, 

deliverance  from         60.  61 
Shipwreck  of   nature,  see 
world  250,  251 

Concerning  faith  75 

Sinner,  his  danger,  warned 
of  it  2  42 

Expostulated  with  202 

Exhorted  to  hasten         203 

Y 


Hymn  and  Page 
God  calling  to  him  204 

Reasoned  with  100 

A  trembling,  looking  to 

Christ  205 

Waiting      at    wisdom's 
gates  246 

Sin,  deceitful  206 

Hatred  of  it  207 

Its  indwelling  lamented  208 
Sloth,  spiritual  209,  210 

Sorrow    godly,    see  Peni- 
tence 154 — 157 
Song    of  Moses   and   the 

Lamb  211 

Sovereignty  and  grace         103 
Soundings  of  faith  76 

Soul,  whole  world  no  com- 
pensation for  the  loss  of 
it  247,  248 

Wandering  42, 244 

Spirit  of  God,  his  influence 
compared  to  wind  212 

To  water  213 

Called  upon       150,  17,  214 
Stability  of  God's  promi- 
ses 215 
Star,  bright  and  morning      19 
Of  Bethlehem  220 
;  Stony  heart,  see  heart  105, 106 
Storm  of  guilt                      216 
Of  Thunder  217 
Of  temptation          142,  21S 
The  same  hushed  219 
Star  appearing  in  one      220 
Of  summer                      221 
Strength   of    man   insuffi- 
cient         149,222,223 
Submission  224 
Sufferings  of  Christ     268, 270 
Sun,  God  a  225 
Sunshine  of  sun  of  right- 
eousness entreated          226 


282 


INDEX. 


Hymn  and  Page 
Sunshine  enjoyed  227 

T 
TEMPTATION,  see  storm 

21S,219 

Thanksgiving  for  national 

prosperity  223 

For  deliverance         61,168 

Thanks  due  229,  230 

Things  of  good  report,  or 

choosing  good  company  231 
Thirsting  for  God  232 

Thunder  217 

God  the  Thunderer  233 

Reflections  on  a  storm  of  234 
Times,  in  God's  hand  235 
Tribulation,  passing   thro' 

to  glory  136,236 

Trinity,  see  hymns  for  dis- 
mission 252—259 
Trust                         62,  65,  77 
(see  confidence  and  faith) 

237,  238 

V 

VOYAGE,  spiritual    136,  239 

To  Canaan  240 

Paul's  241 


Hymn  and  Page 
W 
WARNING  to  the  sinner 

of  danger  242 

Warfare,  the  Christian 

243,  244 
Way,  the  broad,  &c.  13,  40 
"What  shall  I  render?" 

229,  230 
Wind  spirit  compared  to  212 
Wisdom,  song  to  creating  245 
Wisdom's  gates,  waiting  at  246 
Wishing  to  die  well  55 

World-  the  whole  no  com- 
pensation for  the  loss  of 
the  soul  247,  248 

A  farewell  to  it  (1st  p.)  249 
Parting  with  its  joys  (2d 

p.)  24<* 

Lost  or  shipwrecked  250,251 

Z 

ZEAL  and  fortitude        84,  85 

Concluding  Hymns    252,253, 

254,255,256,257,258,259. 

Hymns  for  Baptism  and  the 

Lord's  Supper       260— 27r> 

Doxologies  275 


.Yofe. — The  hymns  in  this  volume  are  arranged  alphabet 
ic.ally,  according  to  the  subjects  on  which  they  treat. 


INDEX    OF    SCRIPTURES. 


Ch. 

v. 

Hymn. 

1   Ch. 

v. 

Hymn. 

Genesis. 

1   119 

72, 105 

10 

12 

5 

240 

119 

97 

11,12 

22 

14 

45 

119 

136,  15S 

79 

33 

11 

1 

139 

97,98 

Deuteronomy. 

145 

99 

6 

5 

135 

Proverbs. 

Numbers 

6 

6 

209,  210 

23 

16 

1  Kings. 

55 

8 

34,35 

Songs. 

246 

3 

5 

1  Chron. 

6 

1 

3 

Isaiah. 

116,117 

17 

16,  17 

72 

1 

IS 

100 

Job. 

11 

27 

127 

3 

17 

180 

12 

2 

232,  233 

Psalms. 

24 

18—20 

251 

4 

6 

226 

26 

4 

77 

31 

15 

235 

32 

2              175 

,  176,  201 

32 

7 

177, 205 

42 

10 

192, 196 

37 

4 

62 

45 

22 

131 

42 

3 

232 

55 

1 

174, 122 

42 

5 

65 

55 

7 

204 

46 

1 

178, 174 

Jeremiah. 

46 

4 

188 

3 

22 

7, 134 

48 

14 

34,  35 

8 

22 

31,32 

55 

8 

178,  95 

12 

5 

51.  54 

55 

19 

42 

14 

7 

7 

66 

16 

46 

50 

5 

5 

84 

11 

2-25 

Lamentations. 

95 

1 

193 

3 

24 

130,  161 

103 

15 

50 

Kzekiel. 

106 

4 

185 

36 

26 

105,  106 

107 

23—31    60.  61,  93,95, 

Hosca. 

137,  138 

3 

1 

134 

116 

12,  13 

229, 230 

Zechariah. 

119 

00 

9 

13 

1 

S7 

119 

60 

203 

Maiachi. 

119 

62 

143 

Y 

3 

i 

112 

284 


INDEX. 


Ch. 

v. 

Hymn. 

Ch. 

v. 

Hymn. 

3 

16- 

18 

101 

6 

20 

81,82 

4 

o 

227,  228 

6 

53 — 55 

272 

Matthew. 

8 

86 

21 

4 

16 

29 

11 

25 

27 

4 

19 

146, 147 

12 

32 

18,  128 

7 

13,  ] 

14 

13,40 

14 

27 

182 

4 

25 

38 

16 

33 

236 

8 

.25,26 

61 

17 

21 

8 

11 

28 

125,  126 

21 

20 

197 

13 

46 

153 

Acts. 

14 

27 

216 

2 

38 

260 

14 

31 

74 

7 

59 

120 

24 

35 

215 

9 

6 

2 

26 

37 

198 

17 

30 

179 

26 

38 

268 

27 

24 

241 

26 

39 

58 

27 

28 

76 

28 

19 

260,  262 

Romans. 

Mark. 

6 

3 

261 

6 

50 

83 

7 

18 

199 

8 

36 

248 

7 

24 

208 

16 

16 

263 

1  Corinthians 

Luke. 

6 

20 

59 

1 

78- 

-79 

29 

10 

4 

37 

q 

14 

14 

10 

16- 

-17 

267 

4 

18 

36 

11 

23- 

-26 

266 

6 

5 

146 

13 

12 

170 

7 

42 

57 

15 

8 

186 

7 

47 

80 

16 

13 

84 

9 

23 

200 

2  Corinthians. 

10 

42 

15,30 

4 

18 

66 

14 

22 

274,  124 

5 

17 

47 

15 

18 

194 

6 

17- 

-18 

14 

18 

L 

163 

7 

6 

91 

22 

44 

144 

Galatians. 

23 

42 

John. 

165 

6 

7 

Ephesians. 

76 

1 

29 

26 

o 

8 

187 

3 

7 

148 

4 

15- 

-16 

24 

3 

8 

212 

5 

14 

28 

3 

16 

23 

6 

11 

243 

r> 

2_ 

-4 

160 

Phillipians 

5 

6 

33 

1 

6 

12S 

INDEX. 

285 

Qfi. 

v. 

Hymn. 

Ch. 

r. 

Hymn.. 

1 

21 

56 

James. 

4 

11 

44 

2 

17 

6$ 

Colossians 

4 

3        Sv. 

166 

3 

1- 

-4 

264,  253 

1  Peter. 

3 

11 

16,17 

o 

7 

118 

I  Timothy 

2 

24,25 

22 

1 

19 

75 

3 

20,21 

4 

2  Timothy 

2  Peter. 

1 

12 

119 

1 

18 

& 

Hebrews. 

2 

5 

250 

2 

3 

184, 

198,  202 

3 

16 

233 

3 

13 

206 

1  John. 

4 

8 

53 

1 

0 

43 

4 

16 

3,102 

2 

8          (2d  p.) 

48 

6 

18 

(1st  p/ 

)           48 

Revelations. 

6 

17- 

-19 

201,110 

3 

20 

113 

9 

27 

49 

15 

3 

2il 

13 

8 

92 

22 

16 

19 

INDEX, 

TO  FIND  ANY  HYMN  BY  THE  FIRST  LINE. 


A  SAILOR  once  whom  Jesus  lov'd  197 

A  shipwreck'd  world  bestrews  the  shores  250 

Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky  175 

Almighty  Maker,  God  86 

Almighty  King !  whose  wond'rous  hand  96 

A  lion,  though  by  nature  wild  127 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound  72 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  84 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just  173 

And  is  it  so — that,  till  this  hour  (1st  p.)  48 

And  is  this  life  prolong'd  to  me  121 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend  114 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat  3 

Arise,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise  79 

As  needles  point  towards  the  pole  128 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home  256 

Attend,  my  soul,  come  search  and  see  30 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song  211 

Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  243 

Attend,  ye  children  of  your  God  264 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  269 

BEGONE  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near  238 

Beneath  a  reef  the  ship  was  moor'd  201 

Beset  with  dangers  and  with  fear  15 

Blest  are  the  happy  souls  who  choose  240 

Blest  be  the  voice  now  heard  afar  195 

Bless'd  be  the  Father  and  his  love  254 

Bless'd  Jesus,  source  of  grace  divine  213 

Born  from  above,  the  soul  aspires  c2.Vi 

Broad  is  the  stream  that  lends  to  death  13 


INDEX.  2*5 

By  the  thoughtless  world  derided  1 Z 

CHILDREN  of  God,  renounce  your  fears      C3 

Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part  255 

Clouds  big  with  wrath,  hang  o'er  my  head  205 

Come  all  who  love  to  pray  163 

Come,  holy  dove,  direct  my  tongue,  17 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  21 J^ 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  6 

Compar'd  with  Christ  in  all  beside  16 

Come  seamen  attend  to  Jesus  the  Lord  53 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad  193 

Come  sinners,  saith  the  mighty  God  100 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest  1 26 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord  104 

Come  ye  redeemed  by  Jesus'  blood  172 

Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord  46 

Courage,  my  soul !  behold  the  prize  180 

DEAR  Lord  !  accept  a  sinful  heart  i  9i* 

Dear  Saviour  !  when  my  thoughts  recall  157 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made  31 

Destruction's  dang'rous  road  40 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame  200 

Does  the  gospel  word  proclaim  125 

Do  I  believe  what  Jesus  saith  05 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word  26] 

EMPTY'D  of  earth  I  fain  would  be  59 

Ensnar'd  too  long  my  heart  has  been  £46 

Eternal  sun  of  righteousness  226 

Eternal  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise  245 

FAREWELL  vain  world,  to  earth  adieu  1GI 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee  101 

Fair  record  of  my  Father's  will  1  o 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss  70 

Father  of  eternal  grace  58 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thv  word  1 1 


288  INDEX. 

Fierce  passions  discompose  the  mind  44 

Forgiveness!  'tis  a  joyful  sound  80 

For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands  229 

From  pole  to  pole  let  others  roam  130 

From  the  dear  flock  of  Jesus'  saints  152 

GLORY  to  God,  the  day's  arriv'd  194 

God  of  the  seas,  thy,  thundering  voice  93 

Go  make  thy  station  his  dear  cross  89 

Go  worship  at  Emmanuel's  feet  £0 

Great  God,  amidst  the  darksome  night  225 

Great  God,  'tis  from  thy  sovereign  grace  186 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  162 

"  Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize"  262 

HARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes         36 

Hail,  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began  177 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise  20S 

Have  1  that  faith  whose  influence  69 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigh  122 

Holy  Lord  God !  I  love  thy  truth  207 

How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord  133 

How  blest  the  righteous  are  55 

How  blest  thy  creature  is,  O  God  227 

How  dark,  how  drear  is  man's  abode  28 

How  great  and  terrible  that  God  251 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies  149 

How  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I  160 

How  lost  was  my  condition  S£ 

How  oft  has  sin  and  Satan  strove  (2dp  )  no 

How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart  134 

How  rich  thy  gifts,  Almighty  King  228 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  116 

How  sweet  the  songs  of  Zion  sound  196 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet  272 

I  AM,  saith  Christ,  your  glorious  head  27 

if  lifted  up  on  high  1  be  1# 

K  for  a  time  the  air  bo  calm  j  ho 


INDEX.  289 

If  Paul  in  Cesar's  court  must  stand  2  II 
In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways  64 

In  all  my  troubles  sharp  and  strong  107 

In  darkest  hours  and  greatest  grief  109 

Indulgent  God,  to  thee  1  raise  18S 

In  evil  Ion- 1  took  delight  1S2 

Infinite  poorer,  eternal  Lord  244 

In  lands  strange  and  distant  140 
Inquire,  ye  seamen,  for  the  course  *> 

In  the  wide  waste  of  water  97 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  (2d  p.)  249 

Is  it  a  thing  of  good  report  251 
Is  there  in  heaven  or  earth  who  can  £ 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did  252 

JESUS,  at  thy  command  239 

Jesus  commissioned  from  above  1 12 

Jesus,  how  precious  is  thy  name  182 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  173 
Jesus,  my  love,  my  chief  delight  23 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name  118 
Jesus,  I  sing  thy  matchless  grace  24 

Jesus  !  O  word  divinely  sweet  117 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend  155 

Jesus  invites  his  saints  267 

Jesus,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes  270 

KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake  141 

Kind  Saviour,  tune  my  powers  anew  105 

LAUNCH'D  on  a  sea  where  troubled  waves  111 
Let  things  unseen  attract  your  eyes  66 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  47 

Lo  !  Christ  ascends  the  sacred  height  59 

Lo  !  what  wonders  love  performs  ?> 

Long  have  I  rov'd  and  stray'd  abroad  22 

Look  unto  me  the  Saviour  cries  131 

Lord,  and  am  I  yet  alive  129 

Lord,  shall  we  part  with  g*old  for  dross  £$$ 


290 


INDEX. 


Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  !  64 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet  151 

Lost  in  a  storm  of  guilt,  my  soul  216 

Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold  271 

MARK  when  tempestuous  winds  arise  142 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sl«k.ep  ye  so  209 

My  former  hopes  are  dead  (2d  p.)  48 

My  sorrows  like  a  flood  43 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand  .235 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll  51 

My  thoughts  that  often  mount  the  skies  52 

My  Saviour  God,  my  Sovereign  Prince  265 

NO  more  of  works  I  vainly  boast  187 

Now  while  the  gospel-net  is  east  146 

Now  let  our  pains  be  all  forgot  26  8 

OF  all  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows  71 

Offspring  of  thy  Father,  thou  2!> 

Oh  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day  106 

Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  1 7 1 

Oh  God  create  my  soul  anew  150 

Oh  God  whose  favourable  eye  41 

O  hear,  thou  friend  of  sinners,  hear  1.33 

O  Lord!  I  would  delight  in  thee  62 

O  Lord !  my  best  desires  fulfil  22  i 

On  life's  wide  ocean  rudely  tost  75 

O  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more  88 

O  thou  of  little  faith  74 

Our  little  bark,  on  boist'rous  seas  61 

Our  voyage  below,  beset  with  ills  120 

O  what  a  cruel  wretch  am  I  7 

PITY  a  helpless  sinner,  Lord  1 5  J- 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet  1 56 
Proclaim,  saith  Christ,  my  wondrous  grace    263 

RECORD,  my  soul,  thy  Makers  praise         169 


INDEX.  291 

Rejoice,  believer  in  the  Lord  158 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries  179 

SAILORS  to  Jesus  now  draw  near  26 

Salvation,  what  a  glorious  plan  134 

Salvation's  work  is  done  £58 
Seamen  the  God  of  heaven  adore  34 

Seamen  this  solemn  truth  regard  143 

See  the  world  for  youth  prepares  191 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts  233 

Sinner,  the  voice  of  God  regard  204 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  202 

Sin  when  view'd  by  scripture  light  206 

Sov'reign  of  worlds,  thy  law  controls  174 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,  242 
Sweet  day  so  calm,  so  bright  50 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows  25 

TEMPESTS  arise  when  God  appoints  99 

Ten  thousand  talents  once  I  ow'd  57 

That  man  no  guards  nor  weapons  needs  237 

The  blessed  spirit,  like  the  wind  212 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high  213 
The  deluge  at  the  Almighty's  call  4 

The  gathering  clouds  portentous  rise  108 
The  gracious  dealings  of  the  Lord  1 

The  Lord  how  fearful  is  his  name  103 

The  Lord  how  rich  his  comforts  are  91 

The  Lord  receives  his  highest  praise  68 

The  moon  in  silver  glory  shone  144 

The  moon  has  but  a  borrow'd  light  145 

The  moon  and  stars  shall  lose  their  light  215 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  ev'ry  ear  123 

The  sun  at  length  has  gone  to  rest  67 

The  tower  that  rises  o'er  the  sea  38 

The  trumpet  of  salvation  sounds  189 

The  wand'ring  star  and  fleeting  wind  42 

The  wishes  that  the  sluggard  frames  210 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood  87 


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INDEX. 


This  life's  a  voyage  of  strife  and  storm  1st  p.  110 

This  world  is  a  sea,  which  never  can  rest  147 

Thou  didst,  O  mighty  God,  exist  92 

Though  friends  forsake  and  foes  assail  119 

Though  strong  the  winds  are  blowing  90 
Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright     45 

Tho'  the  morning  be  serene  221 

Tho'  winds  may  blow  and  storms  may  rise  113 
Thou  spring  of  my  joy,  and  delight  of  my  heart  9 

Through  tribulations  deep  156 

Thy  glories  shine,  Almighty  God  94 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  God  137 

Thy  way,  O  God,  is  in  the  sea  170 

'Tis  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night  219 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give  259 

To  die — important  thought — to  die  5G 

To  heav'n  I'm  bound  with  prosp'rous  gales  76 

To  him  that  brought  salvation  nigh  257 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive  223 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord  273 

'Twas  God  preserv'd  me  by  his  pow'r  168 

'Twas  when  the  seas  with  horrid  roar  35 

The  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads  274 

'Twas  on  that  dark  that  doleful  night  266 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  53 

Vain  world  withdraw  thy  glittering  snares      149 

WEAK  and  irresolute  is  man  222 

We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies  252 

What  a  wicked  wretch  am  I  185 

What  means  these  jealousies  and  fears  65 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  230 

When  a  black  overspreading  cloud  217 

When  from  the  bosom  of  the  deep  139 
When  Israel's  tribes  were  parch'd  with  thirst  37 

When  lightnings  Hash  and  thunders  roll  234 

When  many  a  tempest  blew  78 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain  220 


INDEX.  293 

When,  O  dear  Jesus  !  when  shall  I  183 
When  passing  through  the  wat'ry  deep  73 

When  rocks  and  when  shallows  beset  us  77 

When  sinners  utter  boasting  words  101 
When  storm  and  tempest  loudly  howl  32 

When  swelling  Jordan  o'er  us  rolls  5  £ 

When  tempests  howl  and  billows  rise  176 
When  tumults  of  unruly  fear  81 

Where  from  thy  spirit  shall  I  stretch  98 

Where  should  I  be,  if  God  should  say  49 

While  journeying  through  this  humble  vale    102 

Who  were  the  highly  honour'd  three  198 
Why  heaves  my  heart  this  mournful  sigh  65 

Why  should  a  living  man  complain  159 

Why  will  you  lavish  out  your  years  £47 

With  contrite  hearts,  before  thy  throne  165 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament  208 

Within  these  doors  assembled  now  167 

With  trembling  steps  before  thy  throne  166 
Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  60 

YE  captive  souls  in  fetters  bound  21 

Ye  fearless  seamen,  praise  the  Lord  192 

Ye  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth  adieu  153 

Ye  mourning  saints  behold  115 
Ye  sons  of  men  with  joy  record  95 

Yes,  I  will  love  thee,  blessed  God  135 

Yes,  Lord,  my  grateful  voice  I'll  raise  143 

Ye  that  would  after  Jesus  press  236 
Ye  worlds  of  light  that  roll  so  near  19 

Ye  wretched  hungry  starving  poor  134 


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